JEALOUSY
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved.
I risk much for thee, and for thy true love.
I fear my heart may be broken by the*.
I fear thou might'st find another above
My station, showing what thou sought in me.
I long to tell thee thou must remain chaste.
I would have thee bound solely by my wish;
But my heart knows through its pain 'tis a waste
To cling; am I only being selfish?
So forget thy promises, freed thou art.
As I thee love so must I thee release,
To pray that thy desire is for my part,
And thou wilt not hurt me, thyself to please.
'Twill avail thee nought, I warn, to seek me,
Only to find me dead of jealousy.
