A lot like love

Are your palms sweaty?
Is your heart racing?
Is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love; it's like.

You can't keep your eyes off 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 with them 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 the sight of them 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 lack of confidence.

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

Do you tell them everyday they're the only one you think of?
It isn't love; it's a lie.

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

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 it's 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, and your death?
Well, then .. it's love.