I. I was once told the way I love was “too much.”I didn’t understand.Was the love too deep? Too needy? Too obsessive?Did I give too much, or not enough?How could I feel so inadequate, so “not enough,” and still be called “too much”?So there is a loneliness in the way I love.A fearfulness, now.A worry … Continue reading Love and I: A Poem in Three Parts →