What else can transform fond appreciation
Into contempt within a day?
What else can make malicious
An affection originally divine?
The wicked speculation
On with whom you’d rather stay;
The suspicions which, though fictitious,
Bring my love to a decline,
A decline not meaning loving you any less,
But just that I know I’ve tried my very best, I guess,
And it’s gotten me nowhere,
So why attempt to be closer
To you than she;
I know, though it pains me so, that your eyes don’t rest on me.
But what can break feelings of love apart
Like good old Jealousy?