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What Do You Know Of Love?



















You claim to know all
Of love and of her..
You claim her love ain’t true..
So today I ask you..




 What do you know of love?
When you have never had a dream of her?

What do you know of her?
When you have never longed for her love?

Oh, What do you know of love?
When your heart don’t ache
When she cries her heart out?

What do you know of her?
When you notice her smile
But not the drop of tear in her eye?

What do you know of love?
When your heart ain’t worthy enough to be loving?

What do you know of her?
When you could never feel the pain she’s been hiding?

You claim to know all
Of love and of her..
You claim her love aint true..

Maybe coz she’s not like you..






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  1. Sanhita, you've got such an amazing blog! And you write so much like me. It's like we're living in suome kind of a parallel universe. Ah! I love IndiBlogger so much more now. It's 'coz of them, I could get to read you blog and I'm so glad about it. :)

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  2. Thanks,, keep reading,, I am checking out your blog,, have to admit that the style of writing is somewhat same... will check out more..sure thing.

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