if i'm not in love and i'm not delusional or excitable or prone to give in to hysteria or spellbound to do what women are said to do then why do i cry? why do i need his arms around me his kisses on my neck and to dance that forgotten dance that only lovers do? but we're not together never have been one night a few conversations however my heart the rusty old thing beats a full fox trot and tango for two whenever he happens to be around or when his voice caresses my ear i'm not in love i can't be not again but look at the evidence like when he touches me my eyes flutter closed and my knees knock together i get all shivery readying certain parts of my female anatomy for the pounce this is all physical see? it's not love then why do i dream of walks no less in parks and along beaches of moonlit dinners red roses and such and why do i have this overwhelming urge to cook? this is insane but it's in my mind and in my heart i am not in love but then again ain't the easter bunny and santa claus best friends?