Too much

You say “I love you” still mist I request,

If yours is truly love substantially laid.

Methinks your love so shallow you have made,

If I had dove into your love at last,

My skull would I have cracked in half; so see,

To me is love a special thing, untouched.

I once had loved and found what love could be.

I long to love, have love returned as such.

And I would die to have such love from thee,

So stop, a little more could be, too much.

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