The story that you tell yourself, is nothing more than a spell... Spells can be broken. The real you awaits, the evolution of your soul. Like a caterpillar the ego must go.
Is it when two souls come together to unite or a drug that inhibits the mind, intensifying the senses of your heart combined.
An instinct that we crave to feel deeply emotionally attached. Like oxygen we need to breathe, the removal of it deepens the need.
They say love is blind you can not see. Is this the one who's captured me.
Minds in a daze lost in a maze. Jolting you out of control, engulfing your body and soul.
Taking your hand alluring one in with that magical flute to captivate every inch of you.
You're lost in a trance enjoying the dance longing for it to last. Increasing the desire not to drown out the fire.
Illusions of what we are led to believe.
Chemistry hits and that attraction exists, fireworks explode releasing pheromones, heightening the primal instincts inability to control the burning impulse.
Why is love inclusive and has many faces?
It's a basic human need; it's in our nature to proceed.