| Love what is love?
 
 Are your palms sweaty?...is your heart racing? and your voice caught within your chest?
 ~it isnt love, its like
 
 you can’t keep your eyes or hands off of them, am i rite?
 ~~it isnt love, its lust
 
 are you proud, and eager to show them off?
 ~~it isnt love, its luck
 
 do you want them because you know they`re there?
 ~~it isnt love, its loneliness
 
 are you there because its what everyone wants?
 ~~it isnt love, its loyalty
 
 does your heart ache and break when they`re sad? .
 ~then its 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 its love
 
 do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don`t want to hurt them?
 ~it isnt love, its pity
 
 are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand? .
 ~it isnt love, its unconfidence
 
 do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
 ~it isnt love, its infatuation
 
 but do you stay because of a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and hold you?
 ~then its love
 
 do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
 ~it isnt love, its friendship
 
 do you accept their faults because they`re apart of who they are?
 ~then its love
 
 do you tell them everyday they are the only one you think of?
 ~it isnt love, its a lie
 
 are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
 ~then its love
 
 would you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
 ~it isnt love, its charity
 
 would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
 ~then its love
 
 now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love?
 
 why is it all we search for it in life?
 this pain,this agony?
 why is it all we long for?
 this torture, this powerful death of self?
 
 just why?
 
 because its...
 
 
 __________________I am a phenomenal woman.
 Last edited by Queeny on 07-21-2003 at 01:35 AM |