When Jealousy creeps
And probably sleeps
With every word that’s ever been said;
Tis then, from the deeps
That Distance leaps
And annotates what you’ve read

About great White Whales,
Tumultuous tales,
Of captains mad with fervor;
Searching holy grails
Or unmapped trails,
In order to get further

Away, away, so far away
From romantic ropes which fray
And fail to rise the heat;
And on that day,
When your blood turns gray:
That’s when Jealousy has you beat.

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