Goodness,
you look happy
I can see your happiness.
And boy,
she is pretty.

Her brown hair is shorter than mine,
curlier too.
Oh! She wears glasses!
How confidently she wore them.
Yes, light eyes does look good with everything.

I see you cherishing her
holding her in your palm
like a tiny pearl

I am happy for you,
if i wasnt I'd be selfish.
But that was the day,
happiness became more than a word.
It became my nightmare.