some muchness of love

I kind of love you more 
than I should, but who is 
to say that except for you?
And how shall you say, 
when you kinda know?
And I am not bringing it 
up to view.

Perhaps, 
I don't love you so much 
as I claim.

For sure, if I did I'd lay
you plain! Or it plain. Or
anyway, some damn thing.

If I love you so much it breaks
cosmic laws and moral integrity 
by clause, then why would I not

do everything? From jump out of
plains, to swim out to seize, in cramp
of fine style and fit to sneeze! Make 
vast demonstrations of feel and know?

The fact is 

I think 

I love you so.

About right, indeed. Full
and True, in word. No problemo
is caused. The idea's 

absurd