The definition of love and love lost

Love is not a fallacy, a false positive, an illusion of security.
Love is the blood sweat and tears of life.
The common denominator of our existence - the x-factor – that certain je ne sais quoi that moves, motivates and mesmerizes.
Memories from our mothers to our men.
You see, love doesn’t ever fail. If anything, we fail love.

We fail it in our callousness. We fail it in our nonchalance.
We fail it with our prejudice. You know, the legitimate daughter of our ignorance.
With our "you said", "you meant", "you lied" – our time - not spent.
We fail it with our "that time when I was used and abused and misused – by someone else. Someone else! …
"You know, that thing you weren’t there for but don’t worry you’re gonna pay for?"
We strip love of its dignity. We interrogate it. We beat it! and kick it! and leave it to die in a ditch and then like a schizophrenic drunk with delusion – we wonder: "where did it go?, why did it leave??, when will it be back???". – no 

no, love never fails.

If anything ... we fail love.