What I Think Love Iss :>

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't Love, Its Like.

You cant keep your eyes or hand off of them.
It isn't Love, Its Lust.

Are you proud and eager to show them off?
It isn't Love, Its Luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there?
It Isn't Love, Its Loneliness.

Are you there because its what everyone wants?
It isn't Love, Its Loyalty.

Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you dint want to hurt them?
It isn't Love, Its Pity.

Are you there because they kissed you or held your hand?
It isn't Love, its being Unconfident.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't Love, its Infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't Love, Its Friendship.

DO YOU TELL THEM EVERYDAY THEY'RE THE ONLY ONE YOU THINK OF?
IT ISN'T LOVE, ITS A LIE.

Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
It isn't Love, Its Charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then its Love.

Are you attracted to others but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then its Love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then its Love.

Do you cry for their pain even when they're strong?
Then its Love.

Do their eyes see your true heart and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then its Love.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?
Then Its Love.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then its 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 live for?
This torture, this powerful death of self?
Why?
Because its Love