Oh now, she writes, must be a song,
Soon, I'll hear in voice mellifluous!
Nostrils tingled, magic she cooks,
The voice, the aroma in trance am hooked!
Is it a lover, spouse or friend,
Engulfed, she stood holding hands!
Wishing to swap places,
I Bore the envious prangs!
Life uneventful, now filled in shades,
From her book, I borrowed some pages!
Day shines with her laughter,
Is dull and damp, as she cries!
Time passed, accustomed I became,
Her life goes on, spectator I am!
Don't judge me, am no peeping Tom,
In her, solace I find, my soothing balm!
Through the window I live her life,
An unknown parasite!