The Irony

The conceited irony of our love,

Was that 

Only I was in love with both of us,

For you 

It was only you involved,

So the years became nothing

When your reflection reclaimed

Prideful heights. 

© Soshinie Singh

Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling

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