The Hecatomb of lexica to love

What is love?

The growing pain,
The shards of heart,
Upon what can love find terra firma?
The test of time unlimited in boundless energy,
Binary in form.
Though life itself repeating in the endless cage.
The offing impalpable, and yet, still conceived.
Tenebrous, and laborious the peregrination.
Sill effulgence emitted from the agape,
Endures the test,
And valedictory to controverts of love.