I am too much for myself
And everyone else
But I do not care about them, or me,
Only, always, you.

Am I too much for you?

I am in love with you.

See? I am always too much.
I have always been much
more than they can take.

Are you awake?

Where are those words?
Those just-right, perfect words?
These are all too much
And jumbled up.

Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
Is this too much?

I am in love with you.

That's all that I have,
I cannot make it less,
It is all, it is much, it is more.

It is all.

Oh my love,
I am writing, wanting, writing...waiting,

I want to write something magical
To spirit you away, to carry you to me, and into my arms.

Something that is too much,
That is more, much more
than they could take,
Too much for me, too much for them,

And just enough for you.