EverTheLibertine
My interpretation of jealousy, personified as a White Wolf, the spirit of Winter, that dread Master of cold logic and reason.
Somewhat obviously, he has green eyes.
For all those who let the White Wolf live in their hearts and play in their minds, while never letting Love's warmth back in until it is, or, was, too late.
Also, its Winter where I live, so its really freakin cold right now...not the best inspiration for writing poetry, but hey, what can you do.