My eyes are beginning to turn green,
Taken by the monster, Jealousy,
Though brown they've always been,
They're turning green you see.
I want what is not mine;
Adoration that makes me melt.
So jealousy, on me will dine.
And strangle me with its' belt.
But if I obtained love you see,
It would not, could not last long,
By summer I'd just be me,
Alone, My pain to prolong.
My eyes are turning green,
For I long to have love,
Be a picture that's serene,
But I cannot take thereof.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fabulous poem! Jealousy is indeed a monster that steals one's happiness! ! !