Am I Romantic Or Am I Not? Poem by Rose Rose

Everytime I was pretending
That I was not at all romantic
And I used to act in this way,
When he was near to my heart
What persuaded me to think this way?
Was I bound by an unknown fear?
Was I unaware of his presence?
But he wanted to open the door,
Of my ever doubtful and stressed heart.
I remember him all through my day, Eventhough he is far away from me
For he is ever such a good man to me
Now I know him well and his life
But my mind is cheating me e'erytime
And I can't sleep in my nights
Without remebering his face
Am I in love with him?
Or am I still pretending
That am not at all romantic......
But a question that always
I asking to my sad heart,
Am I romantic or am I not?