He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
When I lost you, I loved you more.
but, between the two of us, you lost the most..
coz i can love another the way I loved you.
But, you wud never be loved, the way I used to love you..
