I am jealous of the Sun,
Who fils you with warmth.

I am jealous of the Rain,
Who touches you down to your bones

I am jealous of the Wind,
Who's fingers run through your hair,
even now.

I am jealous of the Earth,
Who you trust to hold you up,
when all else fails.

I am jealous of the Eyes,
Who have had the chance to behold you,
for all your life.

I am jealous of the Words,
Who've never failed to make you laugh.

I am jealous of the Lovers,
who've you've allowed to open your eyes.

I am none of these things.
I am secret.
Something that you can hold,
That you can cherish,
But you may never love,
Out in the open.