My world is your world

Oh how jealous I am of your scarf that wraps around your neck, oh how jealous I am of your heels that lifts your spirit, oh how jealous I am of your jacket that keeps you warm, oh how jealous I am of your mirror that stares at your beauty. For I, earthling sinner give oath that the heart of thee shall beat for no sinner but for you my love, for my hand watch shows all the numbers when you’re close.

For I would take your hand my love but the fear of staining your virtue lies in me; lie upon a sinner’s chest, for I vow to share my broken world with you.

Oh how jealous, oh how jealous I am of the path you step foot on for it holds the most pure.