Love is having your favorite food for breakfast lunch and dinner. Its great at first, and then it gets annoying, boring, and predictable.
Love is like starting a company that produces rape whistles. While at first, your intentions were to stop rape from happening, failing to realize a decline in rape equals an identical decline in the sale of rape whistles, thus making you want more rape to happen.
If that makes any sense at all.
Also, klux, your avatar looks like somebody tried to make a close up of a vagina in Paint.