When we are in love the pendulum quiets. The constant sway is abandoned to science. The reaction occurs in our chemistry, physics broken by our destiny. Right and wrong, the choices are banished outside the walls of sin. A coven of witchcraft and red candle mass, the heartache begins to thin. When we are in love the pulse beats in unison within the one you love. A synaptic explosion, a orchestral emotion, the music becoming your drug. A chorus of kisses playing chords of passion to a choir inside your heart. The symphony composed of chromatic scenes that shines through blackest dark. When we are...