When Did I Grow So Jealous

When did I grow so jealous? From where comes this contention? I’ve become someone almost impossible with pride, I’ve grown so much hateful it exceeds my height – Jealousy, does it come with love or does it come with obsession? What feeling is this so cumbersome to a mortal breathing kind? What contempt? What hate so pure it renders me savage? What if I admit that I love her and use that as leverage, But what reflection shall I get? What shall it impart to my mind? A foolhardy event that may not build me, nor can it break me – Nor shall it suffice me, nor fill my heart with pleasure, But notions of impropriety shall torment me to all measure; Aye, I love this lady! – Nay, I love her not, if love then be A fancy sentiment that is limited to deep down the bowels of the heart, True as truth and fine fair; when shall this madness in me but depart?