My sunshine came in my life after my lady was gone,
My love, my care, my nervousness everything was shown.


Bits by bits, pieces by pieces my heart became unbroken,
This life of mine is an enormous ocean.


She judged my life with my lady,
And I accept,
I loved her more than anything even I still do.


My little sunshine took herself as a replacement of my lady's pyre,
I didn't show my emotions but I love my sunshine more than she desire.


Things changed,
Angelic face turned into blank shade.



I want to make a clear statement,
She is not mere a replacement.


She took my heart I love her over my life,
She is priority she is a way to smile.


Once I got a chance to tell her, 'I love you for being yourself.'



She heard me loud but choose not to believed,
Her insecurities questioned 'was my undying love deceived?'



I wanted to clarify, she was my lady, my doll
But you are my sunshine you are my all.


But here I hesitate,
I can't afford my love to negotiate.




here I use ,

*lady* to describe 1st lover
and *sunshine* for 2nd lover.

Is there anything worse then betrayal and disloyalty?

Yes, it's being replacement of someone else.