In shadows cast by the flicker of yearning,
Jealousy weaves its intricate thread,
A tapestry of longing, quietly burning,
In the corners of minds where doubts are fed.

The heart, a fragile vessel of desire,
Sees with eyes tainted by envious hue,
A spark ignites, a consuming fire,
In the silent spaces where suspicions brew.

Yet beneath the emerald veil of mistrust,
Lies a truth untouched by the green-eyed gaze,
For love’s pure light, in its gentle thrust,
Can dispel the shadowed, tangled maze.

So let the whispers fade into the night,
Embrace the dawn with a heart unchained,
For jealousy’s grip, though once so tight,
Can yield to love, where peace is gained.