Museings about Love

Love.
I do ponder why there is love in this world.
It is completely known, yet what does one truely know about love.
One cannot hold love in ones hands.
Just as one cannot hold glee or anger.
Yet so much less is known about love that anger or glee.
Why does one fall in love?
How does one fall in love?
Love is bliss.
Yet love can hurt.
So does this mean that one wants to be hurt?
Love is a confusing emotion.
It's a universal feeling known to all.
Love.