Why do you ask? Also, you need to define what YOU mean by love, or if you are trying to understand what the word means, or the possible meanings it may have.

I've been in love multiple times, by various ways of defining it, and handled it badly nearly every time.

This definition, that I stumbled towards, states it better than I could: Love is a disposition or state of being that leads one to seek and act or will the good of the other for the other's sake. For the state of being to be well ordered, it should balance both the intellectual and emotional aspects of our being and be considerate above all relevant else of the loved's states of being or where they are in life (unless were talking about humanity or some non-individual person).

I think that in order to love, one has to be somewhat well ordered as a person. How well ordered, I do not know. But I do not think one can't be in the throws of addiction and properly love. I do not think one can be a real narcissist and love in any real sense of the word without dealing with that disording of one's self.

So, love is not seeking a partner. Love is not being fan of someone's beauty or charisma. Everyone has experienced those many times, but calling those love makes love seem like "something I want" or "want to be around".

The definition I'm using can't be applied to a piece of music or art. You can't really will the good of In A Gadda Da Vida by Iron Butterfly for In A Gadda Da Vida's sake, but I don't think being "in love" in any sense applies to such uses of "love".

I think sorting out what love means is important. We're told and shown in media and culture that love and being in love is about sex and intimate relationships, but that is like telling a new student to the piano that playing the piano is about Lizt's Transcendental Etudes. No one would play their scales or any of the work that makes one the kind of musician that could play those because they'd rush ahead. Their training would be disordered. Playing Lizt's Transcendental Etudes (well) are a part of playing the piano for some, but for who specifically remains to be seen. Love, regardless of how it is defined (well), is part of life, but what part of life can only be seen when the other parts of life are well ordered.