If it hasn't made you leap up wildly to embrace one morning or try to sink into the wretched bowels of one night, it probably isn't Love.
Yes, if it hasn't made you a model of unreasonable behaviour, it probably isn't love.If it hasn't made you an amalgam of opposites; a fiery iceberg, a bleeding bouquet, it probably isn't Love.
If it hasn't made you want to wander streets in search of your lover or death, it probably isn't love.If it hasn't made you more tolerant than you've ever been yet more petty than you've ever dreaded, it probably isn't Love.
If it hasn't made you want to own the person, the whole and every part, then it probably isn't love.And in return, give yourself to them; more than they ask for, more than they can handle, and say '' Keep me,'' it probably isn't Love.
If there are whys and wherefores, it probably isn't love.(Co-written with Proteem - @talli_redux)