Worries

If there were other worries in my head
Aside from you, I might not be insane.
But nothing else has crowded in my brain,
And so I said, alas, what I have said.
I should have found some other thing instead
To think about, that much is very plain,
But to do so involved too great a strain,
So I went there, because I was self-led
To such a place, which I must now regret.
At least forgive if you cannot forget
The fault that I committed lovingly
Out of too much deep concern for you
Turned inward, as it was my fault to do,
And made a vice in too much care from me.