She was a melody,
They called her sweet.
She was an open book
Whom anyone could read.
Heart as beautiful as roses
And a sun smile
Oh! How lucky is one to have her in their life.
Someone who is admired
Someone who is strong
But what is that life
When there’s nothing wrong?
She had some hidden chapters
That no one ever read.
Some raw emotions
Which were left unexpressed.
Only the mirror knew
What she hides
Though, says she is fine
But
Eyes – they never lie.
No wonder!
She is perfect, admirable
And pretty.
That is what makes her a sweet melody.
