What is Love and Who am I

What is love?
Is it so we can be shattered by it?
Is it so we can really feel pain?
Is there really a deeper meaning behind it?
Is this something one can explain?

What is sadness?
Is it so we're greatful when we're happy?
Is it so we can feel like crap?
Are the tears streaming down, our entrance to feel?
Is it so we understand?

What is blame?
Is it so you won't get in trouble?
Is it so you have a reason?
Is it so you can hide your pain?
Does this even make sense?

Who am I?
Am I just a poet?
Do I have an unseen face?
A familiar smile?
Or am I a shadow?
If so...
When will I fade into the night?