I’ve got too much love to give.
I won’t lay it all on you again.
I know it’d smother you
And a flower’s got to bloom. 

Sometimes it gets heavy,
carrying it around inside.
Sometimes it gets heavy,
Then it’s time to hide. 

Even when my eyes are tired,
I can still recognize the lines
as the light wraps around you:
always the kindest in the room.

Until the day I can temper
passion with prudence, 
I’ll hold it all back
and sit beside your shadow. 

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