How many of us really know?

How many of us really know what love is? 
Millions never will. 
We masquerade the wants of our hearts 
Restricting the flow of love through our veins. 
How many of us really know how to love? 
Millions never will 
Because we are so blinded by the facade 
Of what LOVE really means. 

The outer extremities of love isn't what we're to see

Love is patient
Love is kind
and envies no one.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offense.
There is nothing love cannot face;
there is no limit to its faith,
its hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love
We as individuals are conditioned to see what love is. 
And under these false pretenses we have forgotten 
about what love is 
Love comes naturally
Like a high, like autumns-rush, like from the heart
Love is not a Pavlovian theory 
Love is not conditioned.