I am jealous of every person who has ever loved you before me.
Jealous of everyday they spent with you, as one day that I did not.
I want your East and your West, your Rises and Sets, I want every moment you feel unworthy and every time you take on the world.
I want to know you for who you are, baring your body and emotions on the bathroom floor.
I want to hold you when you sleep, dreaming of the ways the world sculpted you.

I am jealous of the version of me that has loved you for years.
Rolling over and smiling into your whirlpool eyes; morning bliss.
I want to understand your life by the way you roll your shoulders back, tip your chin, blink your eyes.
I want to hold our children and see their spirit; a reflection of you.
I want to have nothing to do but watch the clock, counting the percentage of how much more I love you with each subtle tick.

I am jealous of myself, as I think about having you here with me.
Unfathomable that the world could be full of so much grace, it thought to give me you.
I want to hold you so close we would be moments from fusing into one.
I want to share to the world and with you in a nighttime whisper, that you are my everything.
I want to keep you forever, to express to you daily, to give you my heart, to love you eternally.