Saturday, August 2, 2008

What is Love?





Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And 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 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.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?

  • It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?

  • It isn't Love, it's Infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?

  • It isn't Love, it's Friendship.

Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?

  • It isn't Love, it's a Lie.

Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?

  • It isn't Love, it's Charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?

  • Then it's Love.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?

  • Then it's Love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?

  • 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.

But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?

  • 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 of self?
Why?
Because it's...
Love

Love Poems !






















I love you coz I love you,
I cannot give you a Reason,
True Love cannot be defined,
It has an Eternal Season.

If You ask how much I love you,
I might say I cannot explain,
Coz my feelings are so intimate,
But the Words are so Plain.

If You ask me how much I care,
I might just say 'so much',
Coz there are no words in the Language,
That can describe my care as such.

If You ask how much I miss you,
I might just say 'a lot',
Coz when you are away, I feel so lonely,
I try to be okay, but I cannot.

I don't decorate my feelings with words,
I keep my feelings just pure,
All I can give you is a promise,
I will keep loving you more & more !






Love comes from the most unexpected places
in someone's eyes you've never met
who wants to get to know you
in someone's smile you can't forget
and if the music plays on in your mind
take all the love that you can find
and if love takes you in
take all the love that you can find
and hope it comes again

love comes from the most unexpected places
a love song on the radio you never hear enough of
in bars that thrive on loneliness
where people sell their sorrow for your time
they take the love that they can find
and if love takes them in
they take the love that they can find
and hope it comes again

love comes in many ways
in lovers' arms and sweet bouquets
but if nothing's said than nothing's ever heard
so here i stand outside your door
and I'm trying to tell you just once more
that i love you
i still love you

love comes from the most unexpected places
alone again i search a street of unrelated faces
where strangers look the other way
they're so afraid my smile might say "come in"
and take the love that you can find
and if love takes you in
take all the love that you can find
and hope love comes again