Not knowing what to do

I am experiencing feelings that I have not experienced before.
Dreams to be dreamt in my bed, on the floor,
Love it is called a lovesick, sentimental feeling,
But all my known senses it is stealing,
Looks not brains are attractive now,
Don't look at me I don't know how,
Something's hanging in the air,
Go and feel it if you dare,
Many have and felt the conflict of the sense,
I want to go, it is no pretence,
But when they come back they are not the same,
They've played the gambling love game,
First happiness then hate,
I think I'll stop, stay behind, and wait.