One day she stumbled on a photograph,
Just a glance, fleeting, brought her to a laugh.
From behind her love, it triggered a thought,
Hiding her feelings, but now she was caught.
Doubts and fears began to creep in,
How could this happen? What had been?
Who was the stranger that she saw in frame?
How could he dare to play such a game?
And just one snapshot turned her world around!
Now there's no peace, just chaos all around!
Who is she to him? Why must it be?
How could he keep this secret so carelessly?
With every day, quiet anger grew,
Memories twisted, painting her view.
Imagination wouldn't let go,
Brewing a storm, feeling the woe.
Then came the day she found her courage,
She told him all - laid bare her anguish.
"Who is he? What's the truth in that shot?"
But the twist was clear - it was his grandma's plot.
And just one snapshot turned her world around!
Now there's no peace, just chaos all around!
Who is she to him? Why must it be?
How could he keep this secret so carelessly?
What's this? How could this happen here?
Is it a chance or just a fleeting fear?
Should they reflect on the time they spent?
And how will she face him, now feeling bent?
And just one snapshot turned her world around!
Now there's no peace, just chaos all around!
Who is she to him? Why must it be?
How could he keep this secret so carelessly?