Mama calls me lovesick,

but I don’t run a fever

though my symptoms are so awful

that I can near believe her.

I cannot sleep at all of nights,

my cheeks are always red

And confession never seems to help

my dreams of you i’bed.

My lungs are overexercised

from sighing night & day

My grades are dropping terribly

-my mind’s gone out to play!

My whole life’s gone to shambles

Oh, I only think of you-

if this is being sick with love,

I’d rather have the flu!