Everytime I love

Everytime I fall in love,my heart beats too loud for me to hear the impurities of you. I can't hear what people are saying; I choose not to. Everytime I fall in love, my brain sparks up again and says "this time it will work out. Put all your love into this guy. He will see how amazing you are." And yet, my heart is once again, scattered on the floor in peices. I blindly pick them up and fumble to put it back together. As you can imagine, my heart is distorted with hope that someone can mold it into pure beauty. I am made to love, and I do of course. But is there such thing as too much love? Can you fall in love TOO much? Can anyone please verify that I'm not going insane?