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Love can't be jealous, as the passion can:

The passions puts the hidden traps

To which fall even those experienced

With words of Iago, don't lie, don't condemn!

Oh jealousy, you choose your prey from us

And our hearts are painful and so hurt,

You play the drum in rage, but now stop,

Don't hurt the feeling by absurd mistrust

The passion is the despot, so merciless

No tyranny, which can be more wayward

But love is balm, the therapy and ward

Of all the soul's wounds, of all the turbulence,

The Love is graceful, kind, but the most upheaval

Brings jealousy, much envy and much evil.