The Man Who Loved Too Much

I’d like to introduce you
To the man who loved too much
Since everything in life he gave
An obsessive, loving touch

The sun would rise above him
And he’d praise the brightened sky
But when twilight came, and stole the light
The warmth would fade and die

Smothered by his caring ways
His neighbours watched him flout
But he ate his meals alone at night
Since kindness drove them out

His garden bloomed and blossomed
He tended saplings, sprouts and shoots
But he drenched the soil in water
Until the water rot their roots

His family grew to loath his love
A grievance never set right
So far off dreams and silent hopes
Replaced once laughter of the night

He gazed upon himself in pain
His love: a poisoned touch
Alone he stayed and alone he died
That man, who loved too much.