Am I too much for you to handle?
I fear you lie that I am not.
I fear you resent that I love like I set myself on fire
And enveloped you in my flame

For the warmth you once embraced began to suffocate you.
You fear that you will burn with me
But you do not put out my flame
You stop, drop, and roll away
Then call the fire brigade.

I fear that I will never burn again the way I did for you,
For they extinguished the raging fire but never replaced what it burnt
I'll pay for the damages, you won't.

I fear more that I will burn again
Enough to draw a moth
Enough to spread like a forest fire
While I burn with the woods that sheltered me.

Am I not enough for you?
That must be the truth if I am not too much.
I promised you the moon and expected you to settle for a crater.
I promised you the sun and expected you to settle for a distant star.
I promised you a diamond and expected you to settle for a rock.
I promised you a glacier and expected you to settle for an ice cube.
I promised you what I wished I could give, and expected you to settle for all that I had.
And how I wished that was enough!
But how could it ever be?
For your smile illuminates the night sky as the moon does
And you burn as fiercely as the sun.
Your Midas touch turns worthless things into diamonds,
And your heart is as pure as the undriven snow.

I wish you would tell me which one.
For you, I would burn brighter.
I would burn the world around us and then myself
If you wish for it.
I would crawl up the stairway to heaven
To bring you back the sun,
Then follow the path of its rays
To find them reflecting off the moon.
From there I would dig a diamond mine
Or force the carbon to synthesize.
I'd freeze the waters of the seven seas
And build you a snowman from the remains.
I've got all my life to give, I'll find a way for my love to live.
For you, I'll survive.

For you, I would put out my flame,
And repair your damages instead of mine
While paying the price of both
And stare longingly at the matches
That I would never light
And die not from the cold without,
But from the cold within. 

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