Lovesick

No chicken soup can cure my ill,
no Dr. Seuss, not Dr. Phil,
no bag of tricks, no little pill,
I've got it bad but what a thrill!

Simply stated, I feel elated.
My temp. is up, infatuated;
my pulse is racin', eyes dilated-
straight to my heart, a shot updated.

To tell the truth, this time it clicked-
no urge to run, no nervous tic.
I'm feelin' fine, one smitten chick
been diagnosed case solved-
lovesick!