She alone sits at his feet.
She alone understands.
As I scurry throught the house
envy fills my heart.
Oh! To just sit at his feet!
To hear his words. To touch his skin.
But in my restless nature,
there is much to be done.
So I breathe in the perfume
that fills the house
and pretend it is me
who has annoited his feet
then quickly shelve the thought
and return to duty.
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