Due

I'm due to fall in love again -
My senses tell me thus;
My mind is not my own again
My soul is full of fuss
Between my sheets I turn and twist,
In dreams my torment keeps
I cannot stand for consciousness
I do not want to sleep
My limbs are fire; thoughts run trill
My heart is sober, still,
Until -
My eyes start misting at his name...

I'm due to fall in love again.