Primeval Attraction

So.... Interesting to start a new year with a new topic,but whatever I am going to write here this has been boiling inside me the moment I was created..yes and now I am referring this thing as primeval attraction.
hmm..by that word I mean the bonding between MALE and FEMALE component of nature.
Now, there are certain very true arguments that shows its not a trivial thing. According to science the components attract to each other to reproduce and in line to continue the existence of particular type of components.And there are so many other explanatory thing..like hormones,phase of life,type of sex,purpose(reproduction chiefly in nature and pleasure chiefly in human kind),intercourse and so on...
But what I am trying to explore is the psychological aspect of this bonding and mainly in human being...so certain point I have noted based on my research are,
1. People like to term their bonding as love (and corresponding words)
2. I asked around 68 personnel the specific question " what is love?", got loads of answer(some answers were evening long!),but none of them matches with other.
3. more than 80% avoided kinky questions about their partner.
4.the graph of attraction falls as relationship gets older..(not much evidence of this, just studied four cases)
5.more than 73% told that they could not forget their first partner( based on the answers like i hate him more than anything in the world,...whatever may he live his life in peace...After her i swear not to fall in love any more etc.)
6.do they dream of others in their intimate moments...more than 80% no.
7.this is specific for male gender....would u fall in love with a prostitute,if she do not charge u?...more than 91% no.
(to be continued...)

Blood or you....?

Now that I am alone,
I am not sure
what is flowing in my veins,
blood or you..

memories hidden in time
beneath the dust of pain,
there is a circle of light.
There on that bridge,
in the breeze of spring,
you and me
like falling leafs...

Twitching memories like needles
and you are flowing through my veins..

Blood is dropping from my cut,
like that drops of mansoon,
that you shared with me..
there in warmth of bodies,
in the flood of love,
you and me
like death and life...

tears,blood and rain remains
and you are flowing through my veins..

sitting in front of the mirror
I observed a person,
who looks like you
and in the vain
I am searching for my lost self,
which is gone with you.

There beside that fire,
where we used to seat,
you and me
like like melting wax.

whats floeing through my veins,
I am not sure,
blood or you.

Where to start from.........

'Beginning', I always been fascinated by this word.No doubt it raises lot of questions....but it also provides with satisfaction that action has started(satisfaction may not always be measured in terms of good and evil).
in terms of refferences of word 'Begining',I like the following quotes,
1.everything that has Begining , has an end.(Matrix triology)
2.In my begining is my end.(T. S. Eliot)
All in above, the Beginning (if we consider the word as an entity) is followed by its nemesis 'End'.They are like just ancient couples,not complete with each other...always present with each other....but are negation of other implied.(i can not resist myself to put a metaphor of Batman and Joker ....but they do follow their respective egoes, So...).
And though we have terms for them ,we know very little about both of them.
But somewhere I believe they do not follow a circling.they have definite existance.