Lover-friend

What is love, you asked me then;
I'll tell you now you are my eternal friend,
A million, gazillion, are beckoning me,
But you I seek, I'm glad I met thee.
Your so-called scolding I really love,
When I insult you, I am hurt.
I think of you,
I know you are safe,
But call me now,
My lover-friend.