Hormones, pheromones
Blue eyes or brown
Mouthwash and breath mints
Silk fabrics and down
The mystery of attraction
Some folks claim to know
Touch and taste and sight and smell
Converge to make love grow.
But how to know when something’s real
It could all just be seduction
Someone plucking at your heartstrings
Like a hollow reproduction.
Beakers boil, glass is bent
The lonely chemist toils
Hoping he unlocks the mystery
Of love’s hard-won spoils
Of how people fall for people
Like a hand inside a glove
To concoct a flawless test
For everlasting love.