You want to know what makes me jealous?
The sun that wakes you every morn,
The phone that sees you smile,
The tea cup on which you put your lips,
The razor that slides down your stubble,
The shirt which touches your Arms and chest,
The pants that hugs your thighs,
And most of all Your colleagues dear
Who can see your brightened eyes, your kind smile,
And chat with you the day so long.
Why am I so far away,
For all I can do is but be jealous,
As my heart stomps and shouts along,
"He is mine, just mine, totally mine and only mine"