When I'll Feel Like That

My brother and his girlfriend are so happy...when's it my turn?

Wine-colored curls
Sway and leap, shimmering
In the lamplight
She screams with laughter
Dainty white feet dodging
As his big hands, reaching
Grab her waist
Blond mop bounces
As he leans down
To brush his lips
On soft wine
And I can't help but wonder
When I'll feel like that

She reaches up
He leans down
They embrace warmly
He mutters small words
In her desperate ear
His face is in her hair
Her hands
On his back
And I can't help but wonder
When I'll feel like that

Her car pulls away
He is grinning, giddy, goofy
He turns to me, smiling
Shaking his head
Says he's never been so happy
And I can't help but wonder
When I'll feel like that

I just can't help but wonder
When I'll feel like that