I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be Too many bitter tears are raining down on me I'm far away from home And I've been facing this alone For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me About growing up and what a struggle it would be In my tangled state of mind I've been looking back to find Where I went wrong
Too much love will kill you If you can't make up your mind Torn between the lover And the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster 'cos you never read the signs Too much love will kill you Every time
I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be And it seems like there's no way out of this for me I used to bring you sunshine Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes Can't you see that it's impossible to choose No there's no making sense of it Every way I go I'm bound to lose
Too much love will kill you Just as sure as none at all It'll drain the power that's in you Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy You're the victim of your crime Too much love will kill you Every time
Too much love will kill you It'll make your life a lie Yes, too much love will kill you And you won't understand why You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul But here it comes again Too much love will kill you In the end... In the end. - Queen / Album: Made in Heaven
I got a call yesterday night from my friend. He was very depressed as his loving relationship with his girlfriend was in danger. You know... ego/personality clashes.
I told him that you are blessed and gave him a small lecture.
But the reason I am making this post is about my own love story.
I fell in love with God... too much.
Too much that one day God came to me and said that he can not bear/tolerate someone loving him too much.
And he killed me.
Love's not grown in gardens Love's not sold at market
He who wants it, king or commoner Gives his head and takes it
Studying great books many have died None ever become learned
Two letters and a half in love Who studies them is learning
Narrow is the lane of love Two will never fit
When I was, the Lord was not Now he is... I am not. -Kabir