What is Love?

I've decided on 3 ways to approach this enormous question.

1. (1) : strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties (2) : attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers (3) : affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests

Thanks, Merriam Webster. If anyone can read that and then decide, 'Oh yes, indeed, I am in love," then let me know.

2. What is Love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more. Whoa-whoa-whoa-ooh-ooh.
This "Night at the Roxbury" 90s classic proclaims that love is pain, particularly unrequited love, like most 11 year olds feel for Justin Bieber.

3. The TIME magazine dissection of the question in a scientific manner says, "Love does not register as definitively on [lab] instruments; it leaves a blurred fingerprint that could be mistaken for anything from indigestion to a manic attack." (Read more) Stomach upsets and mental disorders. Delightful, really? And we literally fight to feel this feeling that we then can't fight? Tricky, tricky. That article, intelligent, clarifies little for me.

So, these top 3 answers condense simply to tell us that love is a 3-prong vague definition partied with in Vegas in the 90s and definitely not well-recorded or explained by your eighth grade lab notebook hypothesis and procedure experiments.

Or as contemporary musicomedian Bo Burnham says, "Love is your favorite food for every breakfast, lunch, and dinner." That would be a lot of mac and cheese for me.