Something I came across recently...
"What is 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 or hands 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 pride.
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.
Are you there, because they kissed you or held your hand? It isn't love, it's low confidence.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt