It's too late
So soft she was, as soft as water
that she took anything softly,
So flexible she was
that everything was at her fingertip.
So tough she was, as tough as ice,
tough enough to break in.
She stood for me in my toughest times.
My bad luck stuck me down,
but her courage bounced me back.
So warmth she was, that melt
my stubborn heart with love.
So sweet she was, as sweet as honey
that her smile did wonders for me.
She stood by me in all progress of my life.
She was like a pride in my life
that others felt envy of me.
So strong she was
that she rose higher than me.
A small bit of envy stuck in me.
As she climbed higher and higher
my envy pulled me down from her.
I felt she went away from me,
but too late to realise that
she was just a call away from me.
Just rude words from me
she left me without uttering a word.
I realised it too late my envy played well
and I lost her to my pride.
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