“I’m just a jealous guy”–John Lennon
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The trouble with jealousy is that it loves,
Holds on sweetly, sweetly as it loves,
Finds grace in the small spaces where it loves,
But it holds onto pictures, and spies
On things it should not spy on; who loves
Without jealousy, or looks into just one pair of eyes?
The trouble with jealousy is that it knows
Love is not love; love constantly pretends
Love loves, love is loyal, and loyalty never ends.
Jealousy loves, even as it looks
Into homes, gardening tools, trash compactors, books.
Jealousy holds aloft the pulled weed,
Calculating necessity and speed
Of putting gardens in order; nature’s high need
Is thick in the margins of every property,
Where jealousy looks, as far as the eye can see.
