little, very little, immensely little.
Yet, you provoke me, you juggle me, you toggle me with no ends.
i feel those soft hands, soft legs, soft sponge like touch,
get immersed every time you take a glance at me whilst other chores,
carrying you every time in my arms and lap is a outlandish feeling caressed over multiple borders.
vicious circle, I know. but all the more consuming and pervasive.
i cannot be with you all the time, but want to be with you all the time.
yes, all the time. you will get to know me, one day,
i know you everyday. i do. so imminently.
if love was a single unanimous verdict, it would be you.
you are a part of me, and you are my emergence of virtue.