What is Love? O Love, tell me what really you are?

Love is a many splendorous thing,
said Romeo,the lover`s king,
No,it is just a mental disease,
Re-narked the doctor with great ease,
Priest said,love is to think of God,
And to save oneself doing fraud,
Love is a device to deceive man,
Uttered the successful businessman,
Peasant said,"Love is to work for somebody",
And then to give its fruit to ur buddy,
To a driver,love is highway of happiness,
Where accidents happen leave you in loneliness,
love is only a word in my merry song ,
Said a singer,filling his stomach along.
Love is to live and die for your country,
About this feeling,its a soldier's commentary.
To musician,love is a musical cart,
Which speeds through eyes and crushes into heart.
Love is a valuable pearl to a Dover,
Found in mighty sea,noting a tender river.
It is for love that people kill and die
Downs in oceans and up in the sky.
This is a love in a dramatist's eye,
Sitting at his desk,trying to make people cry.
To mathematician,love lies in his subject,
When carefully handled,answer is correct,
By which friends are added,enmities subtracted
Happiness is multiplied,and sorrows are divided.
So much tongues say so much about you,
O love!tell me what really are you.