What is Love?

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.

-It isn't love, it's LUST.

Are you proud, and eager to show her off??

-It isn't love, it's LUCK.

Do you want her because you know she's there??

-It isn't love, it's LONELINESS.

Are you with her because it's what everyone
wants??

-It isn't love, it'S LOYALTY.

Are you with her because she kissed you, or held
your hand?

-It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE.

Do you stay for her confessions of love, because
you don't want to hurt her?

-It isn't love, it's PITY.

Do you belong to her because the sight of her
makes your heart skip a beat??

-It isn't love, it's INFATUATION.

Do you pardon her faults because you care about
her?

-It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP.

Do you tell her every day she is the only one you
think of?

-It isn't love, it's a LIE.

Are you willing to give up all of your favorite things
for her sake?

-It isn't love, it's 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.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with her
faithfully without 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 cause it's...LOVE.

It is such an addictive thing that even people who
are not having it wish to experience it and share it
with others as well.

"The greatest weakness of humans is their
hesitancy to tell others how much they love them
while they're still alive."