I love you in measures the world cannot hold,
A tidal wave crashing, relentless and bold.
But love, when unbridled, can smother the flame,
And I fear that my heart is the one to blame.

You ask for space, for freedom to breathe,
But I’m a storm, clinging to the eaves.
I build my world in the curve of your smile,
Yet you long to roam, untethered, a while.

Is my love too vast, too wild, too raw?
A force that consumes, revealing each flaw.
For love, though tender, must...