I am to blame for not loving you too much

 I am to blame for not loving you too much. Nor unbearable. No night measure. Throwing the ten dice from the hands to his luck to touch you. Al random forget me not. Not even when you go because you've already left. Not even come back if you regret it. To be in the free solitude of your only enjoyment. In your comfort center. Where every day you rebuild yourself. Every time you pass through the dream. Under his traveling su-mission, light before gravity.