Estoy perdida por alguien...

I'm totally, completely, and irreversibly crazy about someone. And even though I feel about a million different things towards him, I find it hard to organize my thoughts into anything remotely coherent. So, in time like these, I defer to those greater than myself....in this case, the musical genius of Rogers and Hammerstein. If this post makes you want to puke, I'm truly sorry. My only encouragement to you is to just keep trusting in the Lord until the day that you meet a wonderful guy (or girl). Believe me, you'll quickly change your tune. :) Now, without further ado...


I expect everyone in my crown to make fun of my proud protestations of faith in romance.
And you'll say I'm naive as a babe to believe any fable I hear from a person in pants.
I've been known to share your satirical attitude, thinking that love should be kept in its place.
Until all of the sudden that lyrical platitude bounced up and hit me smack in the face.
That's how I turned out to be the happy young woman you see. :)

I'm as corny as Kansas in August. I'm as normal as blueberry pie. No more a smart little girl with no heart, I have found me a wonderful guy! I am in a conventional tither with a conventional star in my eye. And you will note there's a lump in my throat when I speak of that wonderful guy.

I'm as bright and as happy as a daisy in May, a cliche coming true. I'm bromidic and bright as the moon-sparkled night pouring light on the dew.

I'm as corny as Kansas in August. High as a flag on the fourth of July. If you'll excuse an expression I use:

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy!!!