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?
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