No—this is not jealousy—
but this is my passion.
When others gaze at you, I shudder because
I want your heart only for myself.
All of your beauty I want for myself.
I would have you for mine alone.
What consumes me, I have no idea—
but, fear not, I am not jealous of you.
No—this is not jealousy—
I know that you are always mine.
What consumes me, I have no idea—
but, fear not, I am not jealous of you.