Jealousy

"Songs of Experience - My Pretty Rose-Tree "
by William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, "I've a pretty rose-tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose-tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.