Jealousy

From the first moment she laid
eyes on him    
Beheld him for that period    
of time    
She held the belief they were    
pre-destined    
Hooked as if caught upon a  
fishing line    
   
Then later on, as she grew to    
know him    
It was his personality that  
enthralled    
His influence, like some mad    
druid’s potion    
Dominated all thoughts that  
she recalled    
   
She, wanting to have him    
all to herself    
Grew jealous of others with    
whom he spoke    
She wrote of him in books,    
stowed on her shelf    
When apart, he remained    
within each pen stroke    
   
She would never tell him    
of her passion    
Of her need for him, even if    
she could    
Nor e’er show her extent of
attraction    
For he would never have    
understood    
    
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