My jealousy
To exuberant to delineate
I abhor it so
But it would not depreciate
In time
It grew desperately over zealous
But in my celerity
I become so very dexterous
But my hope
Is that I will turn this around
Letting go of jealousy: distrust
For that is when trust truly is found
To care again
Only about what is equitably
Letting go
Completely of what was my infirmity
To protect
Rather than just feel agony
To serve
You will help complete me
To exuberant to delineate
I abhor it so
But it would not depreciate
In time
It grew desperately over zealous
But in my celerity
I become so very dexterous
But my hope
Is that I will turn this around
Letting go of jealousy: distrust
For that is when trust truly is found
To care again
Only about what is equitably
Letting go
Completely of what was my infirmity
To protect
Rather than just feel agony
To serve
You will help complete me
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