In the shadows where the green eyes gleam,
A whisper stirs, a restless dream.
Envy’s touch, a gentle breeze,
Turning hearts with subtle ease.
Beneath the surface, deep and still,
Lies a longing, a hidden thrill.
The heart laments what eyes can see,
A silent cry for what could be.
The soul, it trembles, caught in snares,
A yearning fueled by endless cares.
Coveting the light that others own,
Envy’s seeds are quickly sown.
Yet in the end, the truth unfolds,
The heart that envies, never holds.
For happiness is found within,
Not in the shadows of others’ wins.