When, when, when?

When, when, when, will my time come to an end?
 When, when, when will it be now or later than ?

How, how, how shall it all become my last event?
How, how, how does it all finally get spent?

Now, now, now does it all close out it's quiet resent?
Now, now, now shall I pitch a whole new life tent?

When,when,when, is my life fully content?

Never too much

There can never be too much of love or life. We have only a short time to love one another, to embrace our lives in sweet harmony. 
I pray that whatever may come your way, even if it is in sorrow, that you and I alike can feel the beauty of love.
If we ever stop thinking that there's too much love, perhaps we will end up with no love.
That would be the sadness of situations for all of mankind.
Never too much, love. 
Never.......

:)
CJ