Our Georgian poet better describes love and its tragic nature, so I will cite his poem instead of making my own comment. Regretfully, he is right, with rare exceptions of better ending. You are not alone, dear poet, who suffered and is suffering, for many of us it takes ages to fully recover, if ever, from love lost. Many thanks for sharing this poem!

LOVE
Author: Akaki Tsereteli

Oh Love, you’re sweet for moment, perfect gift, for long - heartbreak,
At first you’re just a cradle of bliss, then coffin grim and grave!
Now you are mine, tomorrow - other’s, with no direction you do roam!
Where is it, tell me, your beginning? Where is it, tell, the end of yours?
Some scold you much, some ask and plead,
But all we wish the same, all to your will we yield!
Who wouldn’t exchange his life for bitter sweet of yours?
However lofty, feeling this would hardly last for long.
And though your sweetness then turns life to bitter lot,
Still it is you that we all search, how man alive could tell you “no,”
Who wouldn’t give eternal up for fleeting moment in return?!