In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance in muted light,
Jealousy whispers with a voice entwined,
In echoes of a love held tight.
It paints the heart in shades of green,
A hue of longing, never seen,
And in its grip, the soul is bound,
To paths where only thorns are found.
Beneath the surface, hidden fears arise,
In silent glances and veiled sighs,
It feeds on dreams, both bright and fair,
Leaving a trail of despair.
Yet in the dawn, when truth is near,
The heart may find a way to steer,
Beyond the shadows, into the light,
Where love transcends the jealous night.