What is Love?

Is it always what we imagine it would be?
Is it even what we hope it should be?
Can it be a million different things?
Can it be so diverse that two people can never agree?
Is it always going to be a compromise?
A yielding of expectations
Or can we really hold out for the ideal?
Should we?
Or could we be happy with less?
To settle for what is offered
In the hope that one day it will be enough
To sell ourselves short
In order to have something
Anything
Rather than nothing
Is true love all encompassing
Or an unrealistic dream?