Lovesick

What is love? Is it a gift from the almighty up above? Some say it's an emotion, a understanding of true devotion. It cannot be bought or sought with such haste, doing so would be such a waste. Loosing it can feel like death, an unexplainable loss, you loose your breath. If love is a miserable lie, then we're all in perdition, how can something such as love be abused with intuition? Love is supposed to be unconditional, but being creatures of habit is part of the ritual. There will always be a skewed view of what love should be, is something like this meant for me?