It was only my fault, You like me, not... You love me, not... And you care? Only my fancy.... But the doubts are a thing which are only not understandable.... It was when, You feel and sho the sympathy to me, But an innocent sympathy, sympathy with the heart, And you then mean to me.... In the hopes of my broken thoughts, in the silence of my words, You come and try to express something of my concern, Yeah, I know, not to me, but to your friends, So, how is your liking not of any use? or only my thinking power in the imagination of my lusty youth...... A poor expression, A face with expressionless affection, suddenly turn in the depths of their feelings.... O mistress not, its only your youth, in the way of your flirting mind, and you are lost in the passionate affection of your little words..... Certainly, minds are blind, but only to some extent, hearts are passionate too, but dear mistress, only in the way of our love....... Not strange, nor real, but it was, what you are following, in the desires of your childish passion..... (SADI)
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 16:46:25 +0000
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