I will know it's love
when the darkness around me
lifts like a virgin veil
when my sadness ebbs away
like the bitter dust of yesterday
and when I dream of a happiness
that will never ever fade away...

But how will I know it's love?
I read that a person once said
Love is not an emotion
It is too powerful to be just emotion
And I believe him

Too many are disillusioned with thoughts of love
Too many are fooled by mere slices of like and lust
And too many wish desperately
...almost craving for the barest sip of this pathetic dream

But again I ask...
How will I know?
I will know
...if instead of my heart losing control of itself
It gains it
...if instead of wishing for his love
I'd be wishing for his happiness
and if instead of holding on too tightly
I'd be letting him fly.

Carmie Usman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-and-when-will-i-know-it-s-love/