Well love is a double-edged sword. It can make you feel whole but at the same time cage you in the solitude of the world you created with it. It protects you... but at the same time it renders you helpless. Love requires you to surrender a part of yourself for the sake of its fulfillment... so I guess the real question is... is it worth it?
I feel for this piece because it is completely big-armed regarding its topic; sweeping through with words that clobber emotions. It doesn't show much versitility... but it's definately worth reading.
I must say : wow. This is the first poem I've read that I haven't had more than one suggestion for. I really, really like the touch of dark cynicism that you've laced your words with, almost like poison around the edges of a drink (ha ha, metaphors be with you). I can't quite tell whether you meant this to be a twisted view of love and its unhappinesses, or about the way people can rise from love's unhappinesses -- I rather like to think it's the first. My only suggestion is that you find a synonym for the word "turmoil" in the last line, since you'd already used it. Other than that -- very interesting.