Each breathe, To death?

What is love?

Do I know what it is?

I hope it's more than this fizz,

Cause that don't fit like a glove.

It's just not enough,

To get me through this business,

That is this,

Which is rough,

That some call life.

So is there more to get me through days,

Or is life no more than a haze,

That provides no more than strife.

So am I just searching for death,

Or what is actual love in this breathe?