Are you worth the trouble that I provoke?
Unbalanced, uneven, unequally yoked.
I feel the lull every night, even as you fall asleep.
You nap there in silence. I lay in misery.
Do I love her too much, is such a thing so? Should I gauge my burning passions for this girl I know?
Limit my affections because the scales are tipped? Dial down the flame, cover it up, and smother it?