Can Love Be That?

What is love?
Is it something I want, something I give, get or is it something I am?
Is it something I need, something I deserve or something I have?
Or is it something I can never understand, something vast and ungraspable?
Is love a feeling or is it a fact? Is it a state of mind or a state of heart?
If it is a state of heart, then what is the heart?
Does love have an object or is it really an objectless subject?
Is love nice or is it indifferent to who and what I am?
Does it need a subject and an object to even exist or is it objectless, limitless, eternal?
If love needs an object, is the quality of that object a condition for love?
If love is conditional can it then be called love?
If not, then what is conditional love?

Is love something you do, feel or attract?
Is love more a noun or a verb? 
Is love beyond all categories? 
Is love silent or is it loud? 
Is love possible to know or is it nameless, unknowable?
Is it a luxury afforded those who relinquish all, or is it something you learn while working selflessly for others? 
Is love indifferent, accepting and undiscriminating or does it call for certain qualities?
Is love romantic or practical or both? Is love sentimental, actual or possible?
I don’t know.
Can love be that?
I don’t know.
Can love be all of what I am, all of what I don’t know?