To me poetically,

Love means not wanting to harm,
moreso to charm,
hugging one with a strong arm.
Keeping oneself, one or more safe,
being understanding,
not being so demanding.

Love can be many a splendid,
it is worth being candid.
Love can be everything,
at times seeming like almost nothing.
Love comes in degrees,
many use phony in their sprees,
end up down on their knees.

Love is never exact,
the way some fool with the act.
It is used and abused,
can leave victims totally confused.
Falling for it is like being
in the wind blowing,
at times not really knowing.

G