Love is that you?

Love? A canoe without a destination , Never been, Never have, & Still yet to catch this significant canoe and steadily draw it into direction. Love? A gruesome experience, For thy a breeze so cold it cuts ú zn walls, For thy compared to a beheading ritual, Never have, Never been, Tea cups of sweet harmonious rain. Love ? My soul. Lovely yet so darkened by a handful of shaded delights. No room for cloudy gloom. No door for love? Until then I shall await the gatekeeper. Love? Where are you ?