Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and your voicecaught within your chest? It isn`t love, it`s
like. You can`t keep your 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 wantthem because you know they`re there?
It isn`t love, it`s
loneliness.
Are you there becauseit`s what everyone wants?
It isn`t love, it`s
loyalty. 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
unconfidence.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a a beat?
It isn`t love, it`s
infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn`t love, it`s
friendship. Do you tell them every day that they`re 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.
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.
