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,
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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?

Then it's love...

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