Of Love I Know And Knew Too Well Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I've made too much of love.
I've made too much of its importance.
I would awaken at dawn with it wanted.
Believing the Sun rising on the horizon,
Would have it delivered to me before noon.

Patiently awaiting as the Sun would set,
Love was getting closer for me to forget...
I was making too much of a big deal of it.
I've made too much of love.
I've made too much of its importance.

I would awaken at dawn with love wanted.
As if haunted by a dream.
A dream appearing so clear I touched it.
Held it close enough to caress.
Gentle were the kisses and sweet the breath.

I've made too much of love.
I've made too much of its importance.
I would awaken at dawn with it wanted.
Believing the Sun rising on the horizon,
Would have it delivered to me before noon.

Addicted I've become with it within me sitting.
Needing a hit of it quick I feel...
My life is at risk! And...
Never did I think what I had once dismissed,
Each day I would look for it as if to crave.

Addicted I've become with it within me sitting.
Needing a hit of it quick I feel...
My life is at risk! And...
Never did I think what I had once dismissed,
Each day I would look for it as if to crave.

I've made too much of love.
I would awaken at dawn with love wanted.
As if haunted by a dream.
Patiently awaiting as the Sun would set,
Love was getting closer for me to forget...
But,
It wont let me go to do it.
Too much of love I know and knew too well.