What is Love?

What is love, for do I know its meaning
Do I realize what it is to love
And to be loved?
What definitions can be set
And what reasons can be ascertained
For these feelings I harbour?
Truth is, I do not know.
Is giving myself completely
To that which I believe in
A form of love?
Or is the expectation
Of release from loneliness
My way of love?
What if I love for love alone
Regardless of what is gained or lost
Have I really loved then?
What if love is the purpose
Of a life meant to be free?
What if love is the essence
Of all things beautiful and serene?
And if life is a mystery to be unravelled
Then love is the key to the riddle
It is hard to know love
Harder to fathom the right way
And hardest to realize
When the love that sets me free
Is lost in the labyrinths of doubt
Whom do I question, what do I believe in
When the love that sets me free
Is caught in the agony of thought?
With a heavy heart I ask
To all whom I have loved
Did I do you wrong?
In loving you this way
In not holding you down
Never asking you to give back what I gave
What did I give, when there is nothing I possess?
How did I make my love felt then?
I am a fool, I may not know the ways
I am a child of the world, trying to walk
Amidst all the pain of existence
I am a beggar too, begging for love
But I do not know the ways
And what I get, I can only give back
Such is my torment, when you ask me
If have I really loved
If I know what love is
Do I know what it is to love
And be loved?
Truth is, I do not know
I do not know