OK we get it.
You can do one thing well—
But, eventually, even too much heaven
Turns into hell.
Too much Milton and Shakespeare
Caused the poets to sin.
The lovely songs of Mozart led
To this banging din.
What can I do but love you—
Even if it makes you love me less?
Every time you talk to the point,
You digress.
Every time we say: Let’s be good,
You gaze into the distance,
Where one less loving stood.