Learning Too much

Only a fool
would deeply treasure
every speck of dust
that covered the paper
which represented
a place we would go
Enclosed in plastic
surrounded by intensity
it manages to grow
But I'm learning
hard lesson as it is
to let it all go
How to carefully measure
the devotion to you
that I cannot show
Only a fool
would value so much
of your contagious smile
and your tender touch
that shouldn't mean anything
to others -- but does to me

I'm learning too much