Jealous lover.

Allow me to tell you a tale,
Of a jealous lover;
Whose love broke the gates of hell.
He has no beginning,
Yet the maker and painter of everything;
Art runs in His blood stream!

His love filled the corners of the earth,
You can feel it everywhere you step;
He laid the foundation of this golden place,
Later gave it to His best —
Creation among all He had formed,
And said, to you my beloved.

They were in love,
Happiness soar on wings like doves;
Hence the term love birds,
That never repelled each other like magnets;
To them love was a right choice,
But life had a dark turn in place.

His lover met a serpent,
That whispered sweet lies;
That later leaped curses,
And they both went...