What is Love?

Is love really nothing but
a chemical reaction,
just some raging hormones that
are released into action
upon a mere look or touch,
creating an addiction
akin to any drug batch,
professed like an attraction,

instantly turned to a crush,
making the back skin tingle
and the blood in our veins rush?
We wish not to be single
but long so much already
and desire to mingle
with the special somebody
’cause heart burns like an ingle

every time we set our eyes
on the object of our crave.
To replicate the feels nice,
we often go into rave,
failing so, we despair then,
struggling sanity to save,
it makes us act like madmen
for we don’t want love to waive

though it reprograms our brains.
Dopamine, oxytocin
bind with invisible chains,
if we foolishly give in,
but if life doesn’t meet dreams,
lust is not sated, therein
all living so pointless seems.
Love is nature’s heroin.