Love is not commanded, because it is love that commands.
It is the alpha and omega of all virtues, which, and almost all of them, are only justified by the lack of love and are therefore justified.
Love often only shines through absence, hence the splendour of virtues and the obscurity of life, which makes them necessary but prevents us from judging them sufficient.
There is no unhappy love, nor there is happiness without love because it resides in joy and not in the absence that tears it apart.
Without the love of love, we are lost and perhaps this is the true definition of Hell, damnation and damnation, here and now.