It Must Be Nice Poem by Hafeni Nghidinua

I envy deeply, love that is a home
A mutual love, it gives, it takes
Love that lives in a selfless tone
Nicked, and cracked in alluring ways
Filled with imperfections aplenty
And these flaws make it the perfect thing
I live, I love I laugh, and I envy
That perfect love, with all of me

I remember the belle that was
The sun that it brought to my heart
And the fervid dance in the dark
I loved with an earnest love
Her echo still elates me so
As I think of what is and what was
And saddened by the future forgone
That into the darkness was flung

On each days end day the sun will set
In every winter the rills are parched
And I have fought with passion unmatched
For the perfect love, then lost
I ponder, my mind filled with questions
Why the that love I long for is gone
Is this a dream? If so, please awaken
Me back to the dreamless world

That it was so in the beginning
It shall be so in the end

I've learnt to measure my happiness Not by what I have
But by the things which kept
Me from the perfect love
My dreamless wake has retaught me love
But I still live and envy with all of me
That requited love that is a home
I wonder what it must be like
To have the belle as your own
I surmise, that it must be nice