Perhaps a little too much

Have I then loved you a little too much?
Have I then grown a little too addicted to the intoxication called you?
Have I then thought of you a little too much as mine?
Have I then entangled myself a little too deeply with you?
Have I then cried out "mine, mine" about you a little too loudly?
Have I then grown a little too busy thinking I'd become your personal enchantress?
Have I then given you a little too much shelter in my imagined world?
Have I then grown a little too shy in your love?
Have I then trapped myself a little too much in "I" through my mad devotion to you?
Have I then grown a little too selfish in wanting to be your incomparable one?
Have I then erred in trying a little too hard to dress and bind you in my disheveled words?
Have I then become a little too much the only leftist in this city without you, claiming I'd live under your protection?