Defining Love- Some rambling, random philosophizing

"Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies."
Source Unknown

Thanks to a certain Mr Anderson, who found and Buzzed this quote, I've had plenty of food for thought.
Now, how WOULD you define Love? No-one and Everyone knows what Love is. In Family Therapy classes, we've learned about research that goes into doing just what the anonymous source said not to do- trying to define love. Drawing up typologies and drawing borders. If you do such-and such things, the Love you've got Agape or sacrificial love, and if you do so-and-so things, you've got Eros or courtly love.
Categorization and Definition are things humans never seem to be able to escape. If you're learning a new language, and you're taught a new word, you draw parallels- no matter how maddening it is when you can't find one. Where the Abstract is concerned, we humans seem to be doomed to break our heads- and butt them- over versions and versions of the same.
So, Love. It is, as you know, an Abstract Concept. Abstract because we can't seem to pin things down.
Do we WANT to?
YES!
Because it is human nature, and we can't let things go without exploring their limits and without writing treatises and making documentaries about them?
Ummm, not really. At least, not all the time.
Don't we agonize over things like that in movies and novels? We all go, "Oh, God! How CAN she fall in love with a guy like THAT? It must be Lust. It must be Pity. It must be Infatuation. Love at First Sight?! Impossible!!!"
Love, how do we confine thee: Let us count the ways...
Preconceived notions? Absolutely! Double Standards? You bet! Blind faith? What besides?
Why did Mr Anonymous come up with a quote like this? Why are there millions more like it? Love is someting we're all ultimately afraid of losing. Doesn't matter what kind of love it is... Parent's Love, Lover's Love, Fame, whatever.
So then, if we were to take Mr Anonymous ' suggestion to heart, would we then really keep ourselves from defining Love?
Would we do it because it would die, or lead us astray?
If so, shouldn't we stop trying to define Hate, Justice, Etiquette, Right, Wrong?
Would they die if we tried?
Wouldn't it then be a good thing if Hate died because we came up with sch a definition? But this is assuming the nature of Hate is similar to that of Love, that it dies when confined.
How then, would you know for sure? To know the nature of something is to be able to define it, isn't this true?
Such a vicious circle it leads us in, and we're not the first- and most certainly not the last.
It is The Ultimate Dilemma. The Ultimate Symptom of Sunday Neurosis. The Ultimate Time-pass.