he is jealous

that was said from a man to his wife

He is jealous of that fly

As it can put over her

As it moves as it could

It can feel with her blood

As it runs and remarks

What she thought

It can see her sharpest eyelashes

Those hurt several harms

It can also notice and remark

The move of her eyes

Where she can look?

Can she see mine?

It can fell on her chest

Hear of its pulses

And her heart sounds

What she loves or hates

It can touch her smooth skin

Feels how it's tender as seen

It can feel how she is alive

Her softness how it will be

I am jealous of that wind

Which can touch every span

Of her pearl when it blows

How it can feel her smoothly

How it can feel of her beauty

Which it hide under her clothes

I feel with lonely and less

Luck as I can't do as theirs

I am jealous of those clothes

Which surrounded her and are close

With that pearl and smart

Of her rosy body

That appeared

Or that worthy part

That disappeared

He is not that guy

Who will be very smart

And attract her sight

He is jealous of that brush

How can it pass over those pearl?

Teeth and feel her spittle

It must be very sweet

How can it looks t the red

Lips those are drawn in accurate

Place of that smart face

To make her face more decorate

He is jealous of her hair

Which is near of her smart

Touch every span of that attract

And know what does her mind

Think and who loves or hates?

He is jealous of those

Who is near and close

He thought what does his way?

Stay with patience or go away