In the shadows of a whispering heart,
Lies the green-eyed monster’s art,
Silent as the moon’s pale light,
It stirs within, out of sight.

Beneath the stars, where dreams reside,
Envy’s whispers take their stride,
In the stillness of the night,
It grows bold, it takes flight.

Through the chimes of midnight air,
Envy’s grip, a silent snare,
It weaves its threads, so fine and tight,
Binding hearts, out of sight.

Yet in the dawn, with light anew,
Envy fades like morning dew,
Leaving shadows in the past,
As the heart finds peace at last.