the disire to search for love..

What is love? where does the innate desire to seek another to nurture and love us devise from? why is it although I choose to bury this drive to connect with some being who is a mirror reflection of my inner self  who can some how complete me I often win but sometimes I loose. the sexual urges of man. which burns like a furnace inside a moving machine, there, evident and although not the sole form of drive provides us with a primal force that wants to be unleashed, unrestrained and satisfied.. I wonder in simple self defeat.. why do I need completion, why do I need connection? am I not significant and complete in my own light? I have no desire to love again. I want to walk forward in this life alone, in a solitary path of oneness, content with my own presence, content with who I am as a man, giving my gifts freely to the world without fear of retribution and the fear of feeling inadequate because I choose not to find strength in another..if a man wants love, why not look into the stars for wonder? let your heart run free of pain, restraint and fear and resign oneself to the passion of the universe, wholly, lovingly and in bliss..