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
Why?

Because it's love.

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