Then it´s love

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 for their confessions of love,
because you don't want to hurt them?
But do you stay because a blinding
incomprehensible mix of pain, and
elation pulls you close, and holds you?
Then it's love

Do you accept their faults because
that's part of who they are?
Then it's love

Are you attracted to others, but stay
with them faithfully with no regrets?
Then it's love

Are you willing to give up all of
your favorite things for their sake?
Then it's 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 itself

"Because it's love"

Author Unknown

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