Do I love you too much? Am I supposed to feel this much? Because every time I think your happiness might be In the slightest way impeded or stopped, My heart lies smitten, its beats off and tormented, The muscle itself not knowing whether It has enough strength to continue with The next beat. What is there to live for If you are not happy? If tears fall down your face, who am I to smile? If your mind is tormented by nightmares, Who am I to lose myself in daydreams? If you’re anxious about the world, Who am I to enter it with confidence? Because I truly love you, I have no choice But to put your happiness over my own. It feels as natural as that favorite shirt, The perfect opening to a novel, Sunlight streaming through the window on an unmade bed. It feels so perfect, so right, that I can’t help But shed tears when you do, Experience terror during your nightmares, To wallow in your uncertainty. Do I love you too much? Am I supposed to feel this much? Because I do.