Asking myself

Asking myself

Asking myself

Asking myself repeatedly

Do I really want her?

The answer is indubitably

That woman is my cure

Reminding myself silently

She is so fantastic

Am I over-exaggerating?

Her beauty is instamatic

Visualizing her is automatic

Visions are so realistic

Could this be problematic?

So often it may be her tactics

Loving every thought I have

My brain goes on overload

Thoughts fill up my head

Soon I go on smitten mode