I sometimes feela little jealous in my thoughts,imagining that someone elsecould please you more than me.It's just my insecurityacting up a bit, I guess...because I know I'm notthe most beautiful,the most ecticing,the most fun, or themost imaginative personin the world,but I do know this —
no matter
how much time goes by,
I can't imagine that
you'll ever find another
who will love you
with a beauty
and a passion



