I lie here staring at the empty pillow besides me
waiting for the warmth of your silken hair

And I get jealous …

… of the stars in the sky that speak to you at 3 hours of the morn
… of the moon that watches you when you sleep so beautifully serene
… of the sheets that lie in your embrace and caress you everywhere
… of the sun that sends its warmest rays to kiss your fragrant morning lips

I pick up the pillow and bring it to my face
Falling asleep in the fragrant shade of your tresses
as the pangs of jealousy dissolve in the sight of your sleeping crooked smile