What is love?

A love that burns like a blazing inferno, but sometimes chills like a blizzards wind.
Love which takes you and makes you feel special, then throws you away like you're lesser than it.
Love in which you emerge yourself for you think it will be the last time you're hurt, then knowing that you were wrong again.
Love that nurtures and cares for you, then uses you because it can.
The love you thought would be everlasting until you feel tortured and need it to end.
Love that tricks and teases and taunts while you just try to be happy for once.
What kind of love does that to you? With its cruel intensions and false trust.
The answer to that is something I can't find.