Love Makes the World Go Round Part I

Isn't my title a song? I believe so, but know not of the artist.
Love. It's not easily described, deciphered, nor defined. You can't put it in a jar and give it to someone, and it doesn't come in twelve at the grocery store. Love is something that, when a person truly has it, they feel whole and complete, like they finally belong somewhere, with someone. True love is an even harder thing to define. What exactly is true love? When you can no longer live with something, when that becomes your only life-support, is that true love? Or, maybe, is it when you love someone so much that they become a part of you, no longer a good friend, but one that you'll take with you for the rest of your life? Sometimes, I find it easier to determine love within a family. True love is shown in the devotion a mother or father gives their child, in the malleability of relatives and get-togethers; family sometimes has its "bends," but it will never really break (or at least hopefully not). Love has a funny feeling on the tongue of desire; when you think you're in love with someone simply because you want them to be with you so badly, you lose all conscious thought and believe they must be the one. This, I believe must be pne of the reasons so many marriages turn out sour-after a while; one person of the half might decide that what they are now in isn't what they wanted. This is why love is so complicated in couples, and can't be explained in a single paragraph, and thus the reason why my "love" writings are split up into two.