Postmodern Paris pt III

I understand how Paris felt
when he looked upon Helen
in Menelaus' house

Did he pine for her silently
in her husband's presence?
Did their every shared touch
witnessed make his blood boil?

He probably had a companion
to plot with, to console him
all through the long nights.

Did butterflies fill his chest
as he tried to keep his cool?
Did he fear the wrath that
would be visited upon his head?

I bet they both shuddered at every
shared touch not caught by her
husband's ever watchful eye.

Run away with me, I'd say
but I know you won't
You are no Helen of Troy
and saddly, I no Paris.