Love makes you happy,
In a queer sort of way,
Light headed and sappy,
In a daze all the day.
The breakfast cheerios,
Long to come up.
no one takes you serious,
It's a communist plot.
yet you must persist,
In playing the fool.
you long to be kissed,
man, it just isn't cool.
you start running a fever,
you're hot and you're flushed.
your legs start to quiver,
your vocal cords hushed.
you can't find your voice,
you stumble on things.
But you have no choice,
Thats what love often brings.
But you have no choice, Thats what love often brings. the symptoms are well observed and written to be well. Nice to read Juan!
And love is blind too - marry in haste, repent at leisure! ! A lovely lighthearted write Juan - good one.
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Oh, Juan, this poem made me smile and giggle a bit. Very nice and true as well. When I look back it is amazing how many times I fell in love! Enjoyabe to read.