We were not lovers.
We were two mirrors.
Reflecting.
Revealing.

We were not for each other.
We were because of each other.
Glowing.
Accepting.

We did not bother with flowers.
We were happy with what was ours.
Speaking.
Expressing.

We were not secret creatures.
We were the elements of Nature.
Blazing.
Burning.

We did not exist together.
We were cosmic dancers.
Twirling.
Gliding.

The world called us lovers.
Lovers in love…forever.
But then…we were not lovers.
We were…and are…two mirrors.