Too Much I Love - Chris Rice, David Davidson

Too much I love this world You made

Her colors sting like death

Her shapes and movements drown my heart

Her beauties halt my breath

Her vistas, music, flavors and smells

My frailties overrun

I often swoon when shines her moon

Nor dare outstare her sun

I live on brinks of sweet-sickness

So much a boy should bear

If rumored heaven betters this

I beg for new eyes there

New ears to listen, more supple tongue

To mimic holy tunes

And simpler nose to fill my lung

With long-forgot perfumes

But if you choose to change me not

Please offer mercy’s cover

Lest I should die where death is not

And spoil New Eden’s lovers

Too much I love this world You made

She echoes better places

And homesicks me 'til we shall see

Direct, with unveiled faces