Would you call Love an Art?

We speak of it as if it was an object,
as if it was an action,
as if it was an expression.
It has no limits
We say we see it,
but it takes no form.
Sometimes it follows you or it runs away from you.
Love is said in many languages and its universal.
Regardless what area one comes from we know what it is.
Its sung by artists,
painted on the walls and in our hearts.
We drink from it,
inhale it
and dispose of it when it becomes hurtful.
Its not just the love for a person,
but for a passion, place, thing or idea.
It can cause so much pain.
Or it can help us
what would you call it if it took form?