You (in the nature of S)

You say I think too much.

And you are probably right,

but I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch.

Rushing second thoughts go into a hutch.

I plan on enjoying this and it’s true when

you say I think too much.

I grin. Your hair is in my clutch

as you make references few would get.

But I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch.

My mind is trying to double-dutch

as we struggle for dominance.

You say I think too much.

Your stifled sounds are such

a rush and I tremble…

But I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch

You are close to becoming nonesuch,

even though there is much to teach you.

You say I think too much,

but I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch.

(This is a Villanelle - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle I hope I did it right...)