I believe love comes from magic butterflies that fly around and flap their wings, making a random eddy of air which just happens to push people into their TRUE MATES just a little bit, giving that first initial unconscious desire.

Then the bluebird of happiness flies by and sings the melody of the lower abdomen, the love center (I think it' sbeen a while since I read up on indian music power!) and unless it's blow off course by a freak global warming thunderstorm, that bluebird of happiness will ensure you are in love with your TRUE MATE forever!

So, NO yams, you do not win!