Too (by Beth Moore)

We wereMuch too youngMuch too selfishMuch too blindTo make it
Much too woundedMuch too frightenedMuch too hurtTo take it
Too much we saidWhen love seemed deadTo go onAnd forget
Too little learnedFrom anger burnedToo muchWe both regret
Yet there’s beenToo much goodToo much loveFor usTo walk away
Too much caringToo much sharingFor usNot to stay
Too much harmTo children’s charmsTo tear our home apart
Too much timeFor nursery rhymesTo give away our hearts
Too much we’ve sharedWith no one elseTo go on and forget
Too many yearsof drying tearsTo do what we’d regret
Too many laughs whenthinking backRemind me what is trueI find that I still love youAnd I think you love me,Too.

Too (by Beth Moore)

We were
Much too young
Much too selfish
Much too blind
To make it

Much too wounded
Much too frightened
Much too hurt
To take it

Too much we said
When love seemed dead
To go on
And forget

Too little learned
From anger burned
Too much
We both regret

Yet there’s been
Too much good
Too much love
For us
To walk away

Too much caring
Too much sharing
For us
Not to stay

Too much harm
To children’s charms
To tear our home apart

Too much time
For nursery rhymes
To give away our hearts

Too much we’ve shared
With no one else
To go on and forget

Too many years
of drying tears
To do what we’d regret

Too many laughs when
thinking back
Remind me what is true
I find that I still love you
And I think you love me,
Too.

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