Beauty of Irony

when i look at you;a beautiful soul. when i look at you i see fireworks when i look at you i hear songs when i look at your i hear moans when i look at i hear angels when i look at you i hear laughters when i look at you i flip new chapters when i look at you i see idle chatters when i look at you i hear hausa music when i look at you i see spanish music when i look at you i hear partys peaking when i look at you i think lovemaking when i look at you i hear kids sooshing when i look at you i see us ageing when i look at you i get mixed feelings when i look at and you look at me, i know we are meant to be. when i look at you and you look at me i know we will never be. when i look at you and you look at him i see the beauty of irony. most of all i learn a lesson;not to look at someone that looks at someone else.