William Shakespeare
Jealousy in Othello
There once was a man, a respectable man
A humble moor of Venice, one with shining honor.
He was loved and admired, for his tales and his courage,
But most importantly, for the fairness he showed to all.
He wins the token of his dear lady love,
With his valiant tales and soft phrases of peace
Who’d ever thought that love could occur,
Between the lone “black ram” and the gentle “white ewe?”

The lady left her sire,
for her dark knight in shining armor.
She travels to a foreign land
Out of love and devotion for her moor.
She thought “the sun where he was born”
A man who perceived without the ivy green veil.
But little did she know of the seed within all man
That sprouts easily to give birth to a green-eyed man.

A so-called villain, who goes by the name of Iago,
Is seen as the creator, of the green-eyed devil.
Yet while his language is so suggesting,
He remains truthfully neutral.
For what is so strange and abnormal
With the comments like “I like not that!”?

Yet even in the presence of Iago’s neutral tone.
Little things the moor begins to notice,
Of his fair lady, whose love he now questions.
A visitor, her kindness, her speech, a lost handkerchief!
The moor views all of these
With intensity but not accuracy.