Philophobia

Lying there in the middle of the night thinking of your name makes my palms sweat.  
The pain of my heart pounding against my chest hurts knowing tomorrow I get to see you.  
Glowing pink here amidst all of this darkness makes me want to close my eyes.  
The fear of falling in my sleep to your enchantment.  
Why is it that I seem so flushed I might faint when having you near?  
Is it okay for me to feel this way?  
Why do I feel as though tomorrow is filled with bad luck?  
I'm scared; are you my nightmare or my dream?