Love and jealousy

She knocked one night, so soft, so light,
wrapped in silver, dressed in spite.
She smiled and said, “Let me in,
I know your heart, I know your sin.”

I let her sit, I let her stay,
she murmured doubts to drift my way.
She pointed out what wasn’t mine,
and dimmed my joys so hers could shine.

“They have more,” she sighed so sweet,
“More love, more laughter, more complete.”
She traced my fears, she fed my pain,
she tied my heart in iron chains.

But then I saw—her hands were bare,
her voice was hollow, thin as air.
She had no warmth, she had no grace,
just empty echoes, just empty space.

So I stood tall, I cleared my mind,
I left her broken words behind.
I opened windows, let in light,
and Jealousy faded into night.

And love? It stayed, so soft, so bright,
wrapped in warmth, bathed in light.
It asked for nothing, gave me all—
Jealousy knocked, but Love stood tall.