How could you fulfill all my whims ?
How could you speak so softly,
when my perverseness went too far ?
What made you seek the presence
of such a pest like me,
now and always ?
How could you heal me so gently ,
when I was petrified by silly things ?
How could you diminish
the perplexity of my mind so easily ?
How could you be so patiently waiting,
with hands streched ,
even when my fingers were curled around something else ?
What made you be so gentle
with the person who never let you liv at peace ?
How could you guide me always
with so much ease,
despite all my hoaxes ?
Why did you always think of making me smile
when you knew
I never did anything great
that would truely gratify you ?
How could you be always ready
to avenge my troubles,
when you knew that I myself was the cause ?
How could you treat me as a part of your soul ,
when you always knew
I never deserved ?
Your sister answers: Beta, I'm a PSYCHOLOGIST. And a terrific one at that. That's why. :P :D
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