I see her smile,
He makes her happy.
The way she leans
Into him; the way
She flips her hair
Off her neck;
The way she turns
Her head, so subtly,
Revealing the nape
Of her neck.

The way her eyes
Glisten and sparkle
With every humorous
Thing he says; not
For one micro second,
Being distracted by
Anything around her.

The way she touches
His arm or his
Shoulder; or perhaps
Unconsciously placing
Her hand on his
Thigh, and resting
It there for a moment
Or two.

I feel a twinge of
Envy overcome my
Body; of not desiring her,
But desiring the
The pleasure of what
I'm seeing, with a
Love of my own.
He makes her happy,
I desire to make
Someone happy.