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Within my every move I heard your shouts
When it came to rain, there was never a drought
I loved you madly, you always had doubts
When I tried to explain, you shut me out
And you still don't know what love is all about.
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do you really know what the love is about? why do we love someone so madly? why did you? why will i? you love him. he does not love you. i love you. you don't love me however. do you really know what the love is about?
sandesh
Very balanced, very too the point. Says it like it is. It sure leaves me feeling like you told the guy what he needed to hear, and like there's not much he could say in response.
