Plagurize

What is love?

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?

It isn't love, its like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off them, is that right?

It isn't love, its lust.

Are you proud and eager to show them off?

It isn't love, its pride.

Do you want them because you know they're there?

It isn't love, its loneliness.

Are you there because its 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 everyday they're the only one you think of?
It isn't love, its a lie.

Are you willing to give up all 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 its 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 its 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 give them your heart, your life, your death?

Think about it for a second.

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