Jealousy And Fear Of Loss (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

Jealousy walks beside me, thin and sly,
A shadow cast by love's uncertain flame;
It whispers doubts where trust once rested high,
And stains pure thought with questions born of shame.
Each smile you give becomes a threat to keep,
Each absence grows a tale my fears invent;
Thus love stands watchful, robbed of honest sleep,
By dread of loss too painfully intent.
Yet fear betrays the depth of what I hold—
For only treasured hearts can wound so deep;
Still, love must choose to trust, be brave and bold,
Or fade beneath the doubts it longs to keep.
O jealous fear, be gone, let faith prevail—
For love survives when trust, not dread, sets sail.