There are somethings which are matter of fact,
Somethings which have clues which intertwine and react.
Love is a simple thing really, based on tugs of the heart.
How it starts is simple, two people do not want to be apart.
And as time goes on the affection grows,
Or the infection grows and it breaks apart not shortly after the start.
Hormones do their work and the mind goes into a spin,
What man or woman started the road to love thinking of sin.
The circle of life is the spice of the earth,
Love is encompassing and is the reason of birth.