i don't get it

I really don’t get
This thing people call love
It seems so very
Hard to grab hold of
It falls like sand
Through my fingers
Falling to my feet
Giving me no choice
But to look down

But looking up
That’s where the real love is
The kind I see in you
Swimming beneath those eyes
In a pool of warmth
I could so easily
So comfortably bathe in
Washing myself clean
With your love

A love quite unlike
Anything that I thought
Love was before
Love is not hearts
And flowers
And chocolate
And rhymes
Love
Quite simply put
Is you.