my problem with love is that it is a state of inertia. it embraces the idea of acceptance, and being. all great ideas in theory but reality is composed of friction and doing, not being. nothing real just is being, things are doing. even the universe is in flux, love just is surrendering to something other than the self. yet the self is in conflict all the time, a discordant march of identity, ideas and beliefs, always changing and moving, never still. 
yes i love my son, but i do not accept everything he chooses to do i should love, i don't love the fact he smokes cigarettes or drinks alcohol. 
love cannot be the end point, it is the beginning of something, maybe a process whereby surrendering to something greater be it, another person, an animal, an idea or a piece of art we are now in a position to see where that takes us. however the truth of the matter is it may drive us but we are not driving it. is love loss of self control? a little perhaps, maybe it's just wanting the best for someone, but people are complex. they don't always want the best for people they claim to love. after all people are driven by demons, ideologies and their own beliefs that have propelled them, be it jealous ones or political. love is the place where people feel safe.
i am reminded of a friends wise words. 
i was on auto pilot  not thinking in a social situation, i was saying goodbye.
'take care,' i said.
'no. take risks,' he replied.
risks move us and keep us alive, or at least living. 
we must calculate them obviously, but without risk we are nothing. i suggest that we incorporate love with risks, therefore do with love. lest we are just dreamers alive and dreaming about what could be. that's fine and i see value in this, for dreamers have a place but like smoke dreams are pointless unless they have substance which is why dreams require deep understanding, not dismissal upon awakening. 
for a long sleep i dreamt of being, it was nice, safe and unusual but now i must wake up. wake up with me, let's do something amazing!