Is It Out of Jealousy?

The last glimpse of the sun
painted up the sky
with the colors of life and beauty;
till darkness stole its painting away...
is it out of jealousy?
There are no right words to say.

This night is filled with tender rain
that sang its solemn song
with the rhythm of love and beauty;
till the thunder broke its song away...
is it out of jealousy?
I have no right words to say.

My heart is filled with your love;
The glory of that love
made dazzling sparks of hope;
till fate stole those sparks away...
is it out of jealousy?
No right words are left to say.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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