What is love?

When you find someone, do you ever feel a feeling, a thought, or do you ever consider them? Do you ever recall what that feeling was? Did you love them? Or did you just want them? What is love? Whenever I look into your eyes, I see myself. How worthless I am, how unattractive I see myself, but what do you see me as behind those eyes? Am I really my own thought to you? Do you feel a sort of feeling? Maybe nervousness, but also a hint of excitement. I call those butterflies. Do you ever think of me? It is hard to imagine a life without you.