To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
We are all born with a certain package. We are who we are: where we were born, who we were born as, how we were raised. We're kind of stuck inside that person, and the purpose of civilization and growth is to be able to reach out and empathize a little bit with other people.