Piyush Dey (8/12/1998 / Chandigarh)
Sometimes we love someone very truly,
But don't show the one.
Why? We even don't know.
And sometimes we don't love someone much genuinely,
But show, we love the one very much.
What kind of loves these are?
Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
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