Wicked Card Of Jealousy Poem by John Hardy

My special gift is I love so much,
I fall deeper and deeper with every touch.

A love so true no words can describe,
this warm tender feeling that bubbles inside.

My days turn brighter, My nights become calm,
Complete as a person, the world in my Palm.

Now in a perfect life my story ends there,
But nothing is perfect and never that fair.

You see sadly My gift wasnt given for free,
for I was also delt the wicked card of jealousy.

A silent killer that lives in your heart,
convinces you are right while it rips love apart.

Mixes your reality as it plays with your mind,
leaving you Angry, frightened and emotionally blind.

And When it finally gets bored, had enough fun,
It leaves you alone with the carnage its done.

For it is only then when it rests its wicked head,
Are you shown the Love you fought so hard for, is Dead.