A Poet In Love

I have been in a great confusion For my love, I guess, becomes a hallucination I’m thinking of retreating For my courtship is disseminating. I have been good in the beginning Which I expect to be happening Her friends assessed me as passable But I don’t really think it’s reliable. I am in turmoil for thinking For my cerebrum is reacting That I should continue loving her Or else I will regret and be a loser. Well, I guess, I would agree To my cerebrum’s plea Even if I am afraid to be denied Regret is a scarier thing to be applied. It burns my heart out to be honest Because my heart really do insist But my brain relates experiences to resist These feelings of mine that have me infest. I hope God will help me With the problem that diseased me A disease called love Is a thing that must be sent above.