A constant trepidation
And a feeling I so hate--
I don't know what you're feeling;
Perhaps you can relate--
It's more than overwhelming
To live in such a state.
A worry, a self-conciousness
That might be better said
To be a conciousness of you
As my face is turning red,
And I want some reassurance
That I haven't been misled.
Alas! I am unsettled
For my heart has been beguiled.
I wondered what you wondered
As you looked at me and smiled.
The truth against my musings?
They must be reconciled.
But I'll live here in this state
While you pass by, unheeding,
Exasperated with myself:
My dramatic heart is bleeding!
And yes, I'll leave you unaware
That you are what I'm needing!
postscript
Ever get the feeling that everything is flirting with you? God, life, people? And you just wish you could know what's going on inside so you could know how to respond? No? Yeah, I know I'm crazy. I really also enjoy writing pathetic poems humorizing the typical female reactions to romance. Be it men or God. Also, I wanted a bouncier rhythm. I don't know what meter this is. I'm too lazy to count it.