Waiting or thinking for someone,
For extended periods long,
Is not love, but akin to waiting,
For a cat to catch a rat, a longing.
Addiction to someone like cigarettes,
Can be mistaken for love, no doubt,
But time spent together isn\'t enough,
As sleep takes up a lot throughout.
Mere attraction is not love either,
Childhood and adolescent fantasies agree,
They too can be appealing and desirable,
But it\'s not the same as true love, you\'ll see.
Genuine love isn\'t physical, my friend,
Those who think so might be mistaken,
An afterlife with numerous nymphs,
Is nothing but a fantasy unshaken.
True love endures forevermore,
An unconditional exchange of zero,
Silent and serene, no sound it makes,
When it shatters, unlike a physical show.
So let us not be fooled by the facade,
Of physicality, attraction, or waiting long,
For true love is unconditional and unbreakable,
A bond that lasts forever, strong.