The Confession of a “Non-Jealous” Man

We haven’t had a Poem-Echo in a while. I wrote this poem around the same time as the reflection on jealousy in relationships, and I feel like now is the right moment to finally share it with you.

Jealousy has always been one of my deepest observations. Maybe because it is also a part of me. And perhaps because, very early on, I developed the habit of questioning the things society quickly condemns as “bad.”

Over the years, through self-exploration and a little more clarity, I came to realize something:

One can carry an immense inner jealousy while still refusing to turn the other person into a possession.

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The Confession of a “Non-Jealous” Man

One day, you told me, in a breath soft and light,
Like the fading echo of a quiet whisper:
— “What I love about you, what feels so gentle,
Is that you are not, my love, a jealous man.”

I smiled when you said it, I must confess,
Though distance kept my face beyond your reach;
You could not read the storm behind my calm,
And yet, inside, I laughed like a madman.
Ah, what a cruel misfortune—
You could not see my face.

Do you remember the promises I made?
Oh, how deeply my actions contradicted them.
I, the hidden jealous man, the fool risking everything,
Winning the pitiful prize of the “non-jealous” lover.

This love is total—it asks everything of me,
And for the brightness of your days, I envy all things.
But do not mistake me; I hold no ambition
To accuse you or place blame upon your heart.

I am jealous even of the gentle breeze
That comes to caress your exquisite skin,
While far away from you, I remain motionless,
Daring not to place my hands upon your velvet touch.

I am jealous of the radiant sun
That illuminates your tender face,
Bathing your features in its crimson glow,
Stealing what I wish were mine alone.

I am jealous, you see, even of strangers—
Crowds who unknowingly receive their blessing,
Letting their eyes rest upon you without thought,
While far from you, I quietly suffer that pain.

I am jealous of the air itself, of every breath that embraces you.
It wraps around you endlessly, without growing tired,
Mocking my pride, my helpless longing,
For it is within my arms alone that you belong.

A foolish jealousy lives within me,
Yet it will never become your chain;
To love me has always been your choice alone,
And in that sacred freedom, I place my faith.

Your life is yours, as your freedom is yours.
Never will my heart seek to tame you;
But my love only keeps its anchor
If your heart still chooses me as its shore.

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Mirror Question:

Can love remain free when the fear of losing quietly begins to claim everything?

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Author’s Note

I suppose I can be seen as a mad romantic.
Maybe, deep down, I truly am.

AsukaHotaru, I finally shared this poem with the public. I still remember how gently you laughed at me when you first read it. I hope others will have the same reaction.

I don’t write many love poems, especially not in this style. When it comes to love poetry, Elijah Westin and Hina Gondal , even Christopher Van Name, are masters of the craft… and of course, there are many others as well.

I noticed something funny: every time I publish a love poem, I lose a few subscribers. So today, nobody is allowed to leave the boat. Stay with me a little longer,
and laugh at me instead. (just joking…)

But truly, I hope you enjoyed reading this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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