I Love Too Much - Manizha

I love too much;

I am a river

Surging with spring that seeks the sea,

I am too generous a giver,

Love will not stoop to drink of me.

his looking down an desert places

Shadowless, rain and dew,

And silently with starled faces

From heavens pitilessly blue.

And ever midnight his foreve babe,

Stoop down in his desire

for somthing modern this foreve playdead

In as fire.