Something called love

One of few friends often smiles at me, when i speak about love . He often asks me "what is there in this feeling called love" ,
so here i am trying to help him understand what this fuss is all about

Love could be a macho man,
or for that matter even a stubborn woman,
love could be your friend,
but also a deadly foe.
Above all a recipe for joys and woe.

then you ask why put up with madness?
why take such tears of happiness?
which makes people sick,
but then thats loves trick,
Its call is so tempting,
you want it all or nothing,
Its gentle yet crude kind of feeling,
It will hurt you badlyWhile it works its healing.
I can talk all the time or forever,
And still not know what to say.
It can change its form within a day.
But this to you,
I must confess,
that i dont know whether you are lucky,
not being part of this mess.

But nothing is so painfully delighful,
then the fact of being hopelessly in love .....................................