Overwhelmed.

(in a really good way.)

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How is it that I,

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a grown-up-big-person

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can take one glance at you,

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you little ball of soft mushy snugly love,

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and want to collapse at your bumbo sitting feet

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As a servant to you.

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Despite my bigness,

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I want to bow to you-

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Small, tiny thing.

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For you inspire in me

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the unquenchable desire to follow you

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and

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I feel completely priveleged to

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Sit here at your FEET

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and gaze into your blue eyes

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with that familiar tingle of EXCITEMENT

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That you are mine.