As i thought one day

oh how are we supposed to know what loves is, when we did not know what it was to begin with, could it possibly be that all of the thoughts rushing through our mind about love and time, is just a figment of our imagination?, or does it exist, in something greater than our minds and bodies, is it so deep within our hearts that some may never find it, or is on the edge of our sleeve just waiting to be found by our blinded broken hearts to give once more? oh my, what a thought to think, but how are we supposed to know?