Can you be too in love that it closes the door?
That words are just meaningless, and become quite a bore?
Where you strangle recipients with too much attention
And love is a word that you really can't mention
When the person you write for is lost in your words
Where love becomes alien and a little absurd
Is love any better for Interminable dross
Can your words be too much and an obvious loss?
One step at a time in the earliest days
Lots of development, maybe some praise
But too much excess can begin to wear thin
And when you call round, she pretends she's not in.
Don't swallow compulsion and spew out your drawl
Limit the words and she will love their recall
In the future, the sound of your unyielding care
Is best said in highlights, whilst love's in the air
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