Jealousy

by Psychopathic   Jan 11, 2006


I saw Jealousy in my path.
He was sleek and smooth.
He coiled and sprang for my Love.
His fangs,
red with blood
and dripping with venom,
reached their target in Love's heart.
As he recoiled,
I saw his sleek, black body
and his flaming red eyes
threatening to strike again.
I felt hate and anger,
but I knew
the only way to save Love
was to give love.

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