What is love? When we
claim that its love that we have for someone, are we correct? Something to
ponder upon.....
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, 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 it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, its loyalty.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, its low confidence.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, its pity.
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 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, its charity.
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 because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.
Would you allow them to leave you, not because they want to but because they have to?
Then its love.
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's 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 them, am I right?
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 it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, its loyalty.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, its low confidence.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, its pity.
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 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, its charity.
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 because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.
Would you allow them to leave you, not because they want to but because they have to?
Then its love.
Would you give them 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 because it's...LOVE. It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with someone!
The answer is so simple because it's...LOVE. It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with someone!
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