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.