You overwhelm each second that I live,
Then you I overwhelm with verses true;
Then both, o’erwhelmed, o’erwhelm computers, too,
But they keep going, for it’s theirs to give.

But you’re to blame if overwhelmed you are,
For you o’erwhelmed me first and made me love.
You just can’t help to be that star
Of which there is no braver sight above.

Yet I do love your overwhelming me,
For I am lifted, bird-like, to great height,
Where all the treasure of the world I see
Enveloped in you overwhelming light.

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