In shadows deep, where silence creeps,
The green-eyed monster softly weeps.
Its whispers curl like tendrils tight,
In hearts, it plants the seeds of blight.

A gaze that lingers, cold and keen,
It paints the world in shades unseen.
The joy of others, bittersweet,
As jealousy makes love retreat.

With every glance, a dagger’s thrust,
It crumbles trust, it turns to dust.
The mind, it twists, distorts the truth,
A poison fed since tender youth.

Yet in the dark, a light may gleam,
A hope to break this toxic dream.
For hearts can heal and rise above,
To find again the path of love.