I loved you,
too early
like morning dew.
I loved you,
too deep
like Romeo knew.
I loved you,
too flamboyant
like a bright hue.
I loved you,
too calm
like the color blue.
I loved you,
too obsessed
like adhesive glue.
I loved you,
too distant
like photographs of you.
I still love you,
I still admire you,
But not in the way I used to,
not in the way I would have,
not in the way I ever will.