(Un)Known

I know myself.
I know I have blue eyes,
That they turn both green and gray.
I know my hair is lighter in the summer,
And it is darker in the winter.
I know that I am emotional,
That those emotions get the best of me.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
I get hurt easily.
I can love,
But I don’t know what love really is.
I don’t know why we love,
Or even how.
If love doesn’t discriminate,
Are we the ones that do?
How does anyone love?
Do we love to make our own lives better?
Or do we love to make others’ lives better?
Perhaps it is both.
Love is too complex to understand.