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.
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