Sunday, April 29, 2007

What Love Is; What Love Isn't

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 them,
am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's love.

Do you cry for their pain,
even when they're strong?
Then it's love.

Do their eyes see your true heart,
and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.

Do you stay for their confessions of love,
because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.

Are you there because they kissed you,
or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.

Do you belong to them
because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.

Do you stay because a blinding,
incomprehensible mix of pain and
elation pulls you close and holds you?
Then it's love.

Do you pardon their faults
because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship

Do you accept their faults
because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.

Do you tell them every day
they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.

Are you attracted to others,
but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.

Are you willing to give
all of your favorite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's love.


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