She leaves me breathless, unable to exhale.
I am helpless in her presence, simply left to stand and stare.
I look upon her beauty, adoration all around,
endless cries of admiration, worshipping in her glare.

They love her.  I love her, 
I just wish she wouldn’t leave me feeling so redundant,
unable to caress and dance around them,
in the only way I know how.

Ironically winded, breeze hindered,
as I wait here, deathly still,
until I can finally breathe again.

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