The Grown up and the child

There's a fair amount of me, that's all grown up. A bit of a lost soul, many broken relationships, the bit in me that looks, absorbs, writes are some reasons. And, there's a tiny piece of me that's still a child. Aching to be loved, adored, prance around in child-like ridiculiosness.
Isn't love really about respecting and loving the grown up in him and adoring, protecting the child in him? Isn't that really what love is all about?