You don't 'think' you're in love,
You know, if you have to 'think',
It's not love.

You know love as surely as you know the sky is blue,
You know it with the certainty that tomorrow will come.

You know it's love when you would walk
miles over broken glass just to see
that smile that lights her eyes.

You know you are in love,
As surely as the sun will rise,
As surely as thunder follows
the lightning.

You know it's love when your
every waking thought is muddied by her,
And the image of her
tramples your every memory.

It's love when shes near
and you can't hear over
the pounding of your heart
and you wonder why everyone can't
hear it too.

You know it's love when
you dream of simply holding
her hand as if it were just
an extension of yourself.

You know it's love when
you would gladly trade your life
for one
innocent kiss.

You know when it's love
it is written in your very bones
in your flesh
in your soul itself.

If you 'think' it's love,
it's not.
So please, I beg,
Don't say you think you love me.

Especially when I know.

Not for you are the lonely nights
Nor the chills of the dark.
And not for you are the tears
That bleed from a broken heart.
Not for you are echoes
The whispers of the lost.

These lonely distant stars
still hold their promise,
for you.
These empty sheets
Remain warm for you.
This smile may show on your lips
But it began in your eyes.

Not for you is the tear stained pillow,
Nor the desperate longing.
And the moon is still a dream for you
Not yet discovered.
Not for you are the sleepless nights
Nor the nightmares of the day.

Happiness is your shadow
And hope guides your way.
Not for you is my bleeding heart,
That hangs upon my sleeve.

The stars are just a mockery,
And the moon a bully.
My nights are full of madness,
Of loneliness and misery.
Hope abandoned me for Happiness
Together they eloped.

Not for me is the blissful slumber,
And frivolity of a happy heart.
There is no hope for me
All is lost.

But not for you  ...