I use to think that love would come on a horse and a handsome night would be on it. I have learned since then that love comes only when we are prepared for it. 
Love is a feeling that's never changing or disguised by undertones of jealousy. I guess you could say that love is a pure emotion of true giving. It never bends towards selfishness or has holes that leaves us questioning. It teaches us expression in its purest form.
Why is something so freely given is so hard to give back?
Loves means caring a burden of exposure of ones soul. The exposure becomes our weakness or vulnerability. To receive or give love you must be vulnerable.  Maybe thats why as humans we are fearful of really truly loving.
We have been blessed with the gift of love...or is it the gift of exposure? Our blessing includes the capability to love to its extreme and at the same time, how can we appreciate that love which we don't not possess? Do we? I hope so...