MUCH TOO MUCH IN LOVE
I am too much in love
much to much
too proud to cry out that "I AM "
too loud to hear the silence
of its gentle kisses
too impatient to see us grow within it
too slow to see it happen
too young to know its maturity
too fast to catch its beat
too long to know when it is short
too clever when it is dumb
my breath overruns my passions
yet always love eludes me
never staying still for me to catch it
to find it in a glass of worms
to find it as it is ...