Jealousy Poem by Tom Billsborough

So, I'm alone while she is with her spouse.
I, in pain, she in her soft warm bed...
And, whilst in torments I in nettles toss..
She, in his arms, remains so calmly nude:
That worthless man who holds her and whose dead
Touch she suffers, being the less robust,
And violates our love by this bond unjust
Which human law and not divine has made.
O holy law to all but me most just...
You punish me when she alone betrayed!