Who is Love?

Once, love was a restless traveler,
Wandering in the desert of his own creation,
Climbing one sand dune after another,
In search of fulfillment,
Everywhere he went,
He saw beauty, perfection,
But no one to blow his trumpet,
Sing his glory,
Incomplete was love,
Faceless, nameless, wordless,
Until we came along,
And Love became you and I,
Every other being that came to be…