I sometimes feel a little jealous inside,
imagining that someone else could please you more than me.
I guess it's my insecurity acting up a bit,
because I know
I'm not the most beautiful,
the most fun,
or even the most exciting person you will ever meet.
But I do know that no matter how hard and long you search
you will never find another who loves you
with the beauty and the passion
of that which I feel for you.