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