Underneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Shadows of jealousy begin to grow.
In the quiet of the night, they stir,
Echoes of envy, a silent murmur.

Eyes that envy, hearts that ache,
Desires that make the soul quake.
The green-eyed monster rears its head,
In thoughts unspoken, words unsaid.

Love’s pure light dims in the shade,
Of jealousy’s cruel masquerade.
Trust is fragile, easily torn,
In the garden where jealousy is born.

Yet through the night, hope remains,
That love will heal all jealous pains.
For in the dawn’s first gentle gleam,
Love will triumph, and envy will seem
A distant whisper, a fading dream.