My Love

I sometimes feel
a little jealous in my thoughts,
imagining that someone else
could please you more than me.
It's just my insecurity
acting up a bit, I guess...
because I know I'm not the most beautiful
the most enticing, the most fun, or the
most imaginative person in the world.
But I do know this
that 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 and a happiness
like that which I feel for you.

by Mary F. Rugg

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