When you can't get her out of your head, young man, <br />And you hate what you have to do; <br />And you shirk every task that you find you can, <br />And the others you hurry through. <br />When all you can see is the time to quit, <br />(I know how each symptom goes), <br />There's only one way to get over it, <br />The next time you see her—propose. <br /> <br />When you think when you're called to the telephone <br />That hers is the voice you'll hear, <br />And because it isn't, you sigh and groan; <br />When you find that your brain's not clear <br />And you can't add figures or write a bit <br />When the columns are all awhirl, <br />There's only one way to get over it, <br />And that is to marry the girl.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cure-25/
