I'm sorry. I know. But tonight I become a monster. you no longer have my respect.

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 67
a retelling

kings and queens under the sun say, "hey, i love you but am confused by your way..."
because! it is bold, it is the sting in the corner of the eye.
It is the hops! in the brew, it is the bride! in the wedding march.
if it weren't, it would have vanished before dawn

and i say i have three areas, a surrounding which i am inside and keep
the first area is mercy, the second economy,
the third is the daring to dance behind others
from mercy comes bravery, from economy comes giving,
from dancing by lead comes the capacity to care

now, today, you shy from mercy.  Yet! you try to be brave.
You cast aside economy.  Yet! you try to give.
You do not waste your time dancing to anyone else's beat.
Yet! You expect people to feel cared for, protected. 
How can you listen to the needs to me and her and him if you won't
take the time to feel our rhythm?
This certainly is death.
This is solitude.

This mercy I talk about brings victory in battle, and we know battles come.
This mercy is your strength in defense. 
It is the means by which heaven decides to save and guard you.

for Wolfking, aware of these truths as his blood is aware of him.

You are a home game that travels to Asia every Spring.

you are a masquerade where every one wears what they always wear
and I give you an ickle cup filled with punch. it cracks because you
squeeze it a moment too hard
when I tell you that you are the best breeze. A bezt breese in
between the sun's lined notebook's pages.
I will juggle for the first time at your masquerade and you will
applaud like you always applaud.
You are always applauding yet it feels like you reserve yourself to
applaud only once in your life.
I am not a pullover sweater that you pullover yourself because the
night gets cold, even in summer.
and when you dance, i dance. When you dance, we dance. And then
every one dances and goes home to sleep it off.

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I wrote this for some of course one I don't even love.  But you learn very young
the best things to say to sweeten up someone.    Not that I don't genuinely think
this some of course one doesn't deserve a sweet moment
Just come on.  Reserve the best ones for the best ones, right?
Don't give your grandfather's stopwatch to just any of course body.

But heck.
Maybe not.
Maybe tell every earthly thing "oh hi!" and "I always want you around."