Is it love ?

That is confined to me,
That stands on the pillars of my need.
That changes in the tune of my needs.
It comes in fragments and reduce to pieces.
It doesn`t showers me but i hold it.
As the time passes it becomes a burden .
That was lovable at sometime now turned troublesome.
It was greatly charming when it was away from my reach.
As my needs are fulfilled it becomes unattractive.
It is not love it is the pleasure that comes from the gratification of my greeds.
It is a joy that quench my cravings.
It is a desire that camouflage in different stages of life.