Do I envy

DO I ENVY.

 

Envy is all mine for the sighing breeze

Which caresses her hair in a most considerate way

And then do I wish that I were the leaves

In Autumn’s scattered fall, round her body sway

 

What of the satin sheets, night’s quiet arms

That enfold her in dreams of sweetened innocence

Or the balmiest Summer air which warms

As her beauty’s nakedness is offered with no defence

 

Should I envy this light of shimmering day

Or any of nature's rounded hue which casts its lips

Do I tell a gentle world that to love this way,

This secretly harboured envy is all of hurting grips

 

Does this aching not prove my fear’s point

That my love is all a good heart’s stab of cruel intent

This cup of jealous liquid is passion’s anoint

Such proof of envy is affirmation of love’s content

 

How else may this passion’s run be proved

This energy of heart’s fierce sensation, this hot burn

Do I not love her, if I be in no envy moved

This tempestuous spirit is true love’s deep concern

 

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

OH the possessiveness of love! I enjoyed your poem and marvel at your rhymres

[ron s king]

Thank you so much for your very kind comment. I do love to write such romantic verses and I remember writing this when I saw the breeze seeming to cling to a rose and thought that, even in nature, possessiveness has its place.
Again, my thanks to you...Ron.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I often find my inspiration from things in nature. It is funny how nature seems to be 'alive' Sometimes I imagine that everything around us 'thinks' and is having a conversation with us!!!

[ron s king]

in a way, I love being retired, that it afford me the time to just sit and take it all in and converse with nature... Ron.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Ditto to that. Retirement is actually pretty wonderful!

[OTownPete]

I hate seeing that you, like me, get many viewings but few comments and I do believe in my writer's heart that we both deserve better. Your friend in words, Pete

[ron s king]

Hallo again, Pete and you are right although I must admit I rarely go back to look. Thank you for reading my work and I shall certainly give a comment on your poetry... Ron.