Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?
~~~ It isn’t love, it’s LIKE.
You can’t keep your eyes or hands off of her, am I right?
~~~ It isn’t love, its LUST.
Are you proud, and eager to show her off?
~~~ It isn’t love, its LUCK.
Do you want her because you know she’s there?
~~~ It isn’t love, its LONELINESS.
Are you with her because its what everyone wants?
~~~ It isn’t love, its LOYALTY.
Are you with her because she kissed you, or held your hand?
~~~ It isn’t love, its LOW CONFIDENCE.
Do you stay for her confessions of love, because you don’t want to hurt her?
~~~ It isn’t love, its PITY.
Do you belong to her because the sight of her makes your heart skip a beat??
~~~ It isn’t love, its INFATUATION.
Do you pardon her faults because you care about her?
~~~ It isn’t love, its FRIENDSHIP.
Do you tell her every day she is the only one you think of?
~~~ It isn’t love, its a LIE.
Are you willing to give up all of your favorite things for her sake?
~~~ It isn’t love, its CHARITY.
Does your heart ache and breaks when she’s sad?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Do you cry for her pain, even when she’s strong?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Do her eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you to her?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Do you accept her faults because it’s a part of who she is?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with her faithfullywithout regret?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Would you give her your heart, your life, your death?
~~~ Then it’s LOVE.
Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love?
Why is it all we search for in life? This pain, this agony?
Why is it all we long for? This torture, this powerful death of self?
Why?
The answer is so simple because it’s…LOVE.