There was some thing special, about my loving her,
Kept locked away with in my heart, which made me grim,
She never said the things; I really wanted her to say,
All I got was nothing more, than a roll in the hay,
I knew I could never shout, My love and it matters a lot,
But did I ever find, My love, that I always sought?
But some love are never meant to be as they simply can not be,
So I still cherish that pain that she inflicted on me.
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Composed by Nitesh Jain (August 2007)
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