Falling In Love Poem by Megan Frame

You excite me,
Entrance me with your flattery
and I wonder...
Am I falling in love?

And then I find myself
Dreading things to come.
Afraid of Something serious.
Afraid of becoming bound.

So I push you away,
And know you'll come back.

Ask me if I'm falling
and I reply
I just don't know.

Then you show something
I've struggled to grasp for a while.
Relaxation, No pressure, No ties.
And I know I won't worry for you.

Ask me if I'm falling
and I reply
I think so.