What is love?

Something quick about the sensation of love.

Love's a rub within your belly

butterflies, and it makes you smelly

as the air fills up with a pheromone soup

tension so thick you can take a scoop.

Love's the drug that can make you fly

the wonderful emotional hysteria.

It's the ultimate high, no one can deny

the complete and utter euphoria.

Author's Note

Please do comment.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I appreciate and understand the delight of the words and the channel thought they birth: ' Love's a rub within your belly ~ butterflies..' it's the prologue for the other more physical feelings, it has lasting emotion rather than fleeting reaction. Perhaps.

[emmajoy]

'Love's a rub within your belly ~ butterflies ' for me, holds a specific graphic and charm that lingers, whereas the remainder's more physical and perhaps fleeting. Perhaps. A chacun son gout!

[Christoph]

the air fills up with a pheromone soup
tension so thick you can take a scoop.

This is usually the point at which I switch off my mind and hope that my instincts can handle the situation on my behalf.

[Lydia Shutter]

It's all that and a bag of chips! A very cute rhyming definition of love. No one can quite encompass the feeling in words....but you came close. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

An interesting poem...:)....................

[Trivén]

Care to elaborate?

[Sami Khalil]

About the hysteria and euphoria made it interesting. Care to tell e why you want to know. Is not enough???

[Trivén]

I like to know what people think, believe and act the way they do. As poetry often not only reflect and portray what the poet intend it to, how other people interpret and visualize the same poem is a window into their minds. Hence I want to know what parts you react to, and in what ways. Sure, I don't mind positive comments, but I prefer them slightly deeper. Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Good to know...You are welcome...:)......................