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 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 want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's LONELINESS.

Are you there because it'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.

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 FRIENDSHIP.

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

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

However, 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 are part of who they are? Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? Would you give them your heart, your soul, your life?

Then it's LOVE...