Besotted

I’m not blaming you
for my eyes
seeing hearts
and my
temperature

off the charts

or for my muddled
mind
to which I have
resigned

and you’re not
at fault
for my tripping
feet or my sudden
desire to sing

at the top
of my lungs
for all to hear
without a drop
of fear

Then who’s
to blame

if not you
or me?

This is
unacceptable

for my
dignity!

Lauren Scott © 2015
🙂 ♥

35 thoughts on “Besotted

    1. I’m happy to make you laugh, Angela, and that’s the reaction I hoped for! 🙂 These sappy love poems are fun to include every so often. Happy Friday, my friend! xoxo

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