If you love her because of
her lips or her great body,
It's not love, it's lust.

If you love her because of
her intelligence or insights about life,
It's not love, it's admiration.

If it's because she cries
every time you try to leave,
It's not love, it's pity.

If you love her because she
makes you forget to study and sleep,
It's not love, it's infatuation.

Love . . .
is when you don't know why
you seem to be attracted to that person.
Love has no reason at all.

Love . . .
is when you care more about someone
else's happiness than your own even
when they break your heart.

Love . . .
is when you have a million
reason to leave but you
still chose to stay.

Love . . .
is now a concept we describe and explain
with the most reasonable words available,
but which we can't live.