My Scrambled Brain.

Walking on a sunset beach,

"Are we just friends?"

I ask while staring wondrously

into your eyes.

You take my hand and cover it

with warm kisses,

Sending electric shivers down my

whole body.

That night, you walked me home,

And kissed me passionately on my front door.

You left my brain scrambled like a maze of wires.

I couldn't navigate those wires;

I tripped over many what-ifs,

"What if he loves me?"

What if he doesn't?"

What if my soul burns, and then this feeling is lost?

What if he doesn't?

These wild thoughts keep me up all night,

The passion curses through me;

The sun of love burns my skin,

Its red glow reflects through rose-

tinted glasses.

It suddenly starts to rain;

Clearing my head from the fog

that clouds my scrambled brain.