What is love?

Do we ever reach any conclusions on anything here?

I think we have come to accept that Love is like being surrounded by hungry cannibals. Alone and outnumbered, you are resigned and accepting to your fate. Then, amazingly, someone appears at your side, and helps you defeat the cannibals. Joyful in your victory, you let your guard down for just a moment, and get knocked out cold and eaten by the cannibal in disguise that moments ago was aiding you.