Baby, Don't Hurt Me

Is it something you feel? Something you know the first time you look into their eyes? Is it destined, determined? Or is it something that you build up? Something you plan in your mind and put into action? Something you choose? Is it fact? Or is it fiction? Is it something we create to comfort ourselves? Something we design to convince ourselves that there is purpose, that we’re not alone? Does it save us or destroy us? Does it build us up or tear us down? Is it the most wonderful thing to ever grace us? Or will it be our demise? Or, somehow, could it be all of this and more? What is love?