You

You get to kiss her,
You get to hold her hand,
You get to watch her stir,
As you're perched upon her nightstand,
And I believe wholeheartedly,
Nothing offers a more breathtaking view,
Switch places with me,
For I'd give anything to be you...


For a day assume my anguish--
Let it prick you like a bed of needles,
Til each incision begins to hemorrhage,
And all you bleed is everything you feel,
Even then you won't understand,
No not even a skosh,
That though your names may be etched in the sand,
I'll always love her the most.


You...lucky guy...you.




- Kevin Waring