Fully Smitten

I’m only half vaccinated
    But I am fully smitten
By some love-louse I’ve been
    Gregariously bitten

Perhaps it is a bee
    By it I have been stung
Infected with a love flu
    It permeates my lung

Through the air like pollen
    Though allergic I am not
She breezes past my heart
    With every single thought

If ardour were a fluid
    Coloured brightly blue
You’d see a swirling vortex
    Connecting me to you

Surely you can feel it
    A noncompliant hum
Giving rise to musings
    ’bout gulping iced tea, yum!

And yet I languish here
    I think you have slacked off
You have some making up to do
    Quaff the past-tense Draw, <cough>