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Your words are taken
While mine forsaken
Your lilting voice
Removes all choice
Your gracious heart
Tears mine apart
Your spirit freed
I crack and bleed
For you the smile
The warmth and style
For me but earth
A barren birth
And as for love
You’ll have enough
While watching I
Just wilt and die
Not just nor fair
No wealth to spare
I always knew
It fell to you
Your soul so charmed
The world disarmed
Where is my space
What is my grace?
You are the sun
They’ll wish upon
But pray to me
Through jealousy
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/prompt-45-festering-jealousy/
helenvalentina 
Oooooh I love this feeling of utter torment, the sense of inequality between the writer and subject brilliantly executed Helen!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Good rhythm, really helps it move along – shame the subject is so poignant!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You capture those feelings so well xx
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
They are certainly feelings, but below them lurks an ugly truth of unequal rewards for equal merits. Great economy Helen!
Thanks so much Philippa, that was certainly the subtext of the poem!! 🙂 🙂
The first verse said so much and set the mood for the rest.. Beautiful.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I pressed it and it’s getting a lot of attention!!
This is my favorite so far. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂