Love devine plz tell me wht you think..?

Love devine plz tell me wht you think..?

Looked each other in the eyes

With a smile on our faces

Meant for each other, love divine

Taking us to different places


He held my hand

Told me everything is going to be fine

I found someone that finally understands

The fear that I’ve been trying to hide


He gave me a kiss on the forehead

When I had those crazy migraines

He told me to lie on his chest

Saying everything is going to beat away


We understood each other

Just by looking at our eyes

We took our love a little further

Hoping it will stay alive

For all you people who say i love you when you have
no clue what love is exactly!!! something to ponder upon!

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and 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 luck.

Do you want them because you know they are 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 it's isn't love, it's low confidence.

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 their sight makes your heart skip a beat.
It isn't love, its infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them.
It isn't love, its friendship.

Do you tell them everyday 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 up for their sake.
It isn't love, it's charity.

Does your heart ache and break when there sad.
Then it's love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when there 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 because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there.
Then it's love.

Do you accept their faults because there a part of who they are.
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?

The answer is so simple because it's LOVE.

It is such an addictive thing that even people who are not having it wish to experience it and share it with others.