What is love?

What is love? Is it the warmth of another, And the faith in them too? The past thoughts of a lover, While new feelings grew? Is it to cherish the memories, And await those to be made, While knowing in your heart, they never will fade? Or is love something else, Something darker and colder? Something intended to damage the holder? Is love fair and just? Or just a cheap trick. Is it something i can trust? Or will it just make me sick. I dare not believe that the latter is true, For if it is, I have never loved you.