What is love to me!?!

Speak delicious fire to me. Moist warm desire. Can you be? Stiff tough rough tumbleweed, strolls along the scene, and steals everything. What will happen next to me? Dark path along the guilded gold column

lined way. Hearts and math don't equate to love today. Only all is love. One one is love.

Only plural love. I say it's singular or no way.

Is it pure love? Is it altruistic or agape? What does it mean to me!?! Is it the light in the sky?

Or the clear pure water, I drink? What is love to me? That is simply everything.