Who are you

And why do you make me feel the way I do?

What business is it of yours

To make my heart skip a beat,

Whenever I see you smile?

Oh, no. You've caught me staring.

I feel happy,

But at the same time, I feel sick.


Why do I feel I hot blush

Creeping up my cheeks?

You're coming closer, closer,

And I feel dizzy.

As I breathe in your fresh scent,

I feel smothered—

I'm choking.

What's happening to me!? I think

My mind is foggy, and it's hard

To concentrate with you staring at me.

That's it! I finally know what's happening!

I didn't think it was possible


There can only be one explanation for this:

I must be allergic to you.