Envy

Your joyous self

fills me with grief.

Your radiance,

makes my heart bleed

My Life,

My soul,

My divine light,

I want you.

Destiny is my cure,

Divinity my cover,

Weak is my heart

Craving for you.

My grief is secure

bottled inside

It is my pious pyre

to purge thy desire

I will flow

with the current

into the sea,

Hoping we meet there