The opposite of love is love

Blowing kisses, and cuddling so often,
Defines love not.
Going to war, wreaking hearts and feelings,
Part of a plot.
The opposite of love is a stranger,
To every man.
For love herself is alien from above,
Not human plan.
Both young and old desire to own her good,
Few know her pain.
Drinking from her cup can burn or sooth, but
We seek her gain.
With love around everything seems alright.
Love is light, and her opposite is night.

Olaveez