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She does nothing but talk
Fine, since I love to listen
She is loud, fussy, opinionated
And aggressive . . . but harmless
Whereas I am quiet, reserved
And diplomatic . . . but dangerous
She is so small I feel I could hold her in my palm
Those little women who think they're SO tough
Why do they love me so much?
Do I allow them to feel that safe?
That secure? That proud?
Sure wish they'd tell me since I hate to guess
They never say 'protect me', 'save me' or 'help me'
They just do what they want because I let them
I let them be themselves
I give them permission to be as they are
I allow them to suit themselves
. . . ahhhhh, bliss . . .