What is love.
Like ***.

I love you.
So what.
What do I mean.

Can I love a hundred different people.
At once.
Equally?  
Why not.

I love you.
Does it means I trust you.
With all my secrets and... well my life.

So why, how, do we fall out of love.
Boredom. The evolutionary need for variety. Impulse. Silent but deadly in the middle of the night.

Is love protection. I love you and I would die for you.

The only thing I'm sure of is...    if you don't love yourself,
You cannot love another.

If you feel you are not worthy of love,
You will never be able to share in it.

And yet I don't have a clue what love is.

You have to laugh.
Seriously.
Out loud.
I know nothing.