TOO

TOO

We were

Much too young

Much too selfish

Much too blind

To make it

Much too wounded

Much too frightened

Much too hurt

To take it

Too much we said

When love seemed dead

To go on

And forget

Too little learned

From anger burned

Too much

We both regret

Yet there's been

Too much good

Too much love

For us

To walk away

Too much caring

Too much sharing

For us

Not to stay

Too much harm

To children's charms

To tear our home apart

Too much time

For nursery rhymes

To give away our hearts

Too much we've shared

With no one else

To go on and forget

Too many years

of drying tears

To do what we'd regret

Too many laughs when

thinking back

Remind me what is true

I find that I still love you

And I think you love me,

Too.

Jakarta, 22 Maret 2011 ' 00:39 wib