what is love?

is it a feeling?
is it a decision?
is it a prescribed death?
I have a problem; I have fallen in love.
it is believed to be the 'most beautiful thing',
but if it is
if this is true,
why am I torn between devotion and distress?
is it because he owns my heart,
or is it because he is too far away from me?
is it because I'm mad at myself for craving him so deeply,
or am I mad that I don't have him beside me?
to kiss me. to hug me.
so please, do tell...
how is this 'a beautiful thing'?
if I can't be with him, but I can't live without him?