Explain Love

Who can explain love?
It doesn't have a form
Can we measure it's breadth
or scale its height.
Where does it start?
Where does it end?
How does it move?
Who dare stand before it
and command it to come and go?
Who can set limits on love?
Always in want for more,
we bid what it commands.
Can love be patient?
This demanding taskmaster.
So hard to hold back
Won't wait for the proper time.
Maybe time is the enemy.
Our meager container
Who can hold enough?
Who can give enough?
One lifetime can only taste.
Is happiness our pursuit?
Or is it love??