Love Sick?
I think I’m dying in your arms again.
A romance like this can never win.
I want to hold you & never let you go.
Each time I try I feel really low.
My stomach churns & my head gets light.
Soon I have to say goodbye for the night.
At first I thought it was just my nerves.
But, every time, it seems to occur.
Is it just love making me feel this way?
Am I allergic to you in some way?
Or, have you slipped something into my drink?
Maybe in the food? It makes me think.
Why would you want to do me in?
I know you think I am more than a friend.
I can’t tell anyone about this.
They will think I’m nuts. I’m pissed.
Nothing seems to happen with a kiss.
Maybe it is an x-boyfriend’s wish?
Should I go to the Doctor. to see
what in the world is the matter with me?
He might say it will work itself out in the end.
I’m not talking stools here. I need a friend.
You can’t love a girl & get sick when you hold her.
To make it worse, I haven’t even told her.
This has never happened with anyone else.
The worst that’s happened is maybe a belch.
In an hour or so I’ll feel fine.
If I can get away from her in time.
There is no going to 2ond base with her.
If I slide into 3rd I’ll be dead for sure.
Then I realize, it could be my conscience
speaking to me?—– That’s nonsense.
A conscience is the voice of God.
That may not be so odd.
Maybe He is telling me to take my time.
Give yourself some time to unwind.
This girl is not going anywhere.
Soon, she’ll be yours & she’ll always care.
This thought made me feel a whole lot better.
Soon things were progressing right on the letter.
No more illness noted on my part.
Though, lately, when close, she has to fart.
I can take it all in stride.
After all, God said she would be my bride.–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)