Am I too much?

Is it too much to ask to be thought about more than what seems fine ? Is it to much to wonder about roses and sweet sweet wine.
Am I too much , to wonder if your hands will touch me again , to wonder if you will taste one more time.
Is it too much to ask for real consideration and the time taken to place your words , make them perfect and elegant.
Enchante me with words , story's and lullaby's.
Then maybe, I might fall be-side your side and not just your bed side.
Take me in the way I want to be taken , don't leave me with what you know I would take as a blank page.
Write me music , write me lies , write me story's , write me kind.
 Can you love me without me feeling the need to scream and shout , love me without making me feel a doubt.
Love me. Love me.
Just cherish and hold me , speak to me , hold me.
Don't shout , be little or argue with me , save me from what they made of me , save me from what disaster I could unfold , care for me and teach me.
Is it too much to ask , to see me as who I am.