Love

What is love? Is it a burning, passionate desire to always have more of a person? Or is it an excited contentment over simply laying next to one another? Is it never getting angry? Or is it forgiving even when you are raging mad? Is it drawing happiness from the other person? Or is it sharing your happiness with them? Is it presents and loud exclamations? Or is it smiles and whispers? Is it smooth sailing? Or is it a bumpy ride that can always be endured? Is it refusing to question anything? Or is it not being afraid to ask? Is it never having to apologize? Or is it knowing you both will always apologize? Is it poetry? Or is it non-fiction? Can perfect love ever be really found? How can we know, unless we first know what it is?