I have been reading and re-reading the posts about how we love, how intensily we love. With quite frankly a desperation if you must ( or can ), qualify it that way. And i have reached a conclusion.
Is love less love if not as intense ? As passionate ?
I guess the following will tell you my viewings on the matter at hand...
A slow burning fire within my soul
a constant desire to be with.
I am me, but at the same time i feel the need to share it with you.
Did i not exist prior to loving you ?
I am sure i did. And yet i can not recall such period of my life.
It seems as if i only experience being alive from the moment you arrived in mine.
So who was i ?
Thus it really matter ?
I guess what i am trying to say is that all my walk in life as brought me here, and made me this person you cleary are atract it to. So i did exist i was me i am still me i am just happier now.
Loving you , being in love with you made grow.
So do i love you too much ? Nah...