From top to toe,
From the first drop spent,
To the one inside sent,
All are but chemical machinations,
Be it a kiss and or thereafter,
When ever we in love enter.
All chemicals are in our mind,
Love can only be a resultant,
Of some kind.
We are born from that simple drop,
Called you know what,
Then into an egg,
As we go and grow,
Chemicals make their show.
The brain is cast in a chemical way,
Then all is love and play and play,
And play,
All is chemical anyway,
Your anger,
Your fire,
Your coldness and sudden,
Warmth of love display,
Aren’t these chemical reactions at play?
You are young,
Of what love you know,
Wait all chemicals at work,
From the word go.
A kiss is a flavour of a chemical kind,
The resultant entry,
Is the ultimate chemical reaction?
One has in mind.
I shan’t say more,
As you know,
Chemicals alone make us go,
Of course glow,
That one day,
The chemical reaction alone,
Will show,
Where from we come,
To where to,
We all finally go.