"What is love"

What does it mean to love someone? Is it the way he gently holds you and caresses your skin while muttering the words your heart seeks to hear? Or is it the deceitful lies he feeds you while breaking your heart over the stone cold floor upon which, you stand beneath.

Why do we love? It it to fill an empty part of our hearts that we never knew was bear-en until we found the one? Or is it because his sweet gentle words were able to woe us into his web of lustful lovers, one part of many others.

Who do we love? The man I call my partner who I have vowed to love, and in return has vowed to love me, and only me for as long as my heart still beats within my racing chest. Or the man with empty promises of a future even I can no longer see.

When do I love him? Do I love him as he sleeps besides me cocooning me within his warmth and love. So gentle, so loving how could I choose to live my life without it. Or do I choose to ignore the fights, the pain and sorrow and throw the blame on others just as he places all his blame onto me.

I am not perfect. But neither are you or he.

Answer me this am I the one who doesn't know what love is or are you?