How do you know when you're in love
is it the crazy things you do
is it the fact that my heart skips a beat
everytime that i think of you
Is it the fact that I can't sleep at night
when your image is in my head
Or is it the fact that I can't stop smiling
after every word that you've said
Is it the need to hold you in my arms
and keep you there forever
Or is it the fact that I wrote you a poem
and sent it to you in a letter
Is it this awful feeling deep inside
whenever I have to take you home

To love is a beautiful, mysterious event; do not miss it.
Be neither too cautious nor too absorbed. Too many of
us reason with our hearts and experience with our heads.
It cannot be so. The heart knows no logic beyond need
and desire; the head has no senses except the common
and the pragmatic. Neither, frankly, is useful in love
anyway. Rely on your sixth sense, that little voice within.
There is no preparation for or protection from the joy and
pain of relationships. They are inseparable twins. One follows
another. And make no mistake, love is not gay abandon;
it is to be courageous, to take risks and be disciplined