True love is when you shed a tear and you still want him/her. Its when he/she ignores you and you still love him/her. Its when he/she loves another but you smile and say 'im happy for you' when all you really do is cry and cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is true if you chenge 'he' with 'she' also.... love premji