The Pace Maker

I was afraid of happiness,
almost as much as I was afraid of never finding it,

and I loved you more than I thought possible,
and my face lit up when I spoke of you,

and your life,
and your dreams,

as much or more than when I talked about us,

but I kept talking,
and talking,
and talking,
because I could not stand how much I loved you,

and you told me you did not know that love like this existed,
and this much of it,

but I am happy,
and over easy about it all