Confiding

I think there's something that you ought to know,
Or that at least I ought to say to you;
I doubt that it is really something new.
But every time I do not speak, I go
Away dissatisfied, and feeling low.
So I'll feel better if I simply do
Tell this to you, because it's very true,
And so it's best to let it clearly show:
I love you very much, and I desire
That everything you want should be achieved;
I love you past what I would have believed
Before it happened, like a wildfire
That burns out everything that's in its path
Except with love and softness, and no wrath.