It seems I used to read once,
Read everything around
Until I chanced to breed once
And suddenly I found
Here was something thrilling,
Here was something gay,
Here was something I couldn't get
From reading Rabelais.

I love love much too much,
My heart too easily melts---
I love that strange, queasy feeling,
I love a view of the ceiling
As long as I'm revealing
That view to someone else.

I love love much too much,
I'm often tricked by the treat;
I love when love starts to flower,
I love that feeling of power,
Although at any hour
It may be utter defeat.

You lie about at night
And isn't it pleasant?
Making future plans
That suit your plans
Just for the present.

Loving love much too much
Is like eating after you've dined---
I know I should break the habit,
But love walks by and I grab it,
I feel for every rabbit
Whose heart can rule his mind.
I love love much too much,
But, God knows, I guess I'm resigned.

Female verse:

You say you always read once,
Well, cooking was for me.
I'd happily bake bread once
Until I bred like thee.
You gave up Montaigne,
And I gave up lasagna.

I love love much too much,
I love the way that it feels!
I know the feeling is fleeting,
I know my health takes a beating,
But still I can't help greeting
Romance with high ideals.

I love love much too much,
I'm much too quickly possessed---
I love the hazy impressions,
I love those three a.m. sessions
When you both make confessions
You'll wish you'd never confessed.

The guilt I feel at noon
Is taken lightly
And dispelled at night
When held at night
So very tightly.

I love love much too much,
Too much to notice the brand---
I love the sweet peaceful silence
That soon comes after the violence,
And I'm in heaven while ens-
Conced in the arms at hand.
I love love much too much,
And isn't love perfectly grand!