Love isn’t science
And science isn’t love
But together, combined
They mix and match
The feeling of butterflies
Flying around your stomach
Cold clammy hands
And a flushed blushing face
This feeling is a trick
That we fall for every time
It’s disguised as love
But re-creates the human race
Fire in your eyes
It’s a biological scheme
Designed to make you feel
Weak at the knees
You won’t find heart and soul in the stars
But the universe is another matter
You can break everything down to chemicals
But your heart can still shatter.
(Inspired by The Script's song Science & Faith)
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