Love is; oxytocin with a hint of serotonin
Pheromones and testosterone
Dilated pupils and elevated body temperature
Why can’t love just be love?
Moist palms and stomach aches
Embracing one and other comfortably
To passionately lay in bed and do absolutely nothing
Its having a gibberish conversations at 4 in the morning
Tasting her lips with overwhelming gluttony
Love is in the air, and on the sheets
Love is love
And I like it, just the way it is