You, loving too much
Till it pours out your gold eyes
Sunlight in peepholes
You, when you stare in
Inwards with an onion
Peeled on a doorstep
You, questioning love
Due to overbearingness
Ringing the doorbell
You, waiting outside
Onion in one heartbeat
Gold eyes in other
Us, becoming one
To the point love is too much
Never 'very much'
Speak, if you love me
Swallow the question, to what
Is loving too much
Me, answering you
'Very' means handling your love
'Too' means you cannot
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What Is Loving Too Much?
PoetryA series of Haikus, entwined with guilt, crime, life, death but most of all, love. After all, what is life if you don't ending up loving 'too much.'
