Love Is a Hormone

Love is not pretty, it's hell and it's pain. A feeling of anguish I try to abstain. Love is cosmic, it is beauty divine. It makes the world sing one hymn at a time. Love is a beast who sinks a knife in my chest, collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Love is an angel who engulfs me with warmth, my senses explode my body transformed Love is putrid, a smell I cannot bare, hurling and wrenching gasping for air. Love is a perfume so sweet and radiant, a pomegranate honey-suckled filled fragrant. Love is my destruction, it is also my savior. No medium or in-between dwell in this behavior. Love is a hormone of madness and commotion, either a red hot elixir or an icy cold potion.