“Too much of us” means much too much of me
For you to tryst against society
A steady stream of int’rests begs your glance
Which you prefer, in stead of our romance

I stand amazed – you still do not admit
That vintner’s passions were the cause of it
The fury that disrupts our fragile love
Grows stronger in each bottle we sip of

Let’s face a truth – we both saw this approach
To shatter all my dreams of me, your ‘coach’
Though I’d prefer to put this off awhile
I watch your laugh distaff, but where’s my smile?

We both knew you’d leave one day, far too soon
“Too much of us” says you’ve already gone