Green Commotion Poem by John Sensele

Of my own volition, I can't kill love or let it die
When it's within my powers to grant
Love a pride of place when love can fly
High on cloud nine with me in front
While green-eyed foes in pain grunt,
Gnash teeth as foes'envy grows enormous
By leaps and bounds while their hands turn callous
When my bliss lubricates my love portion
To eavesdroppers'discomfiture growing jealous
With a telling impact on the state of their commotion.