Why art thou so defensive?
Was it something I said?
It is thee, who allowed me to move thee,
thou and thy discriminative head.

Thou grasps at an idea of how the world should be,
and to thee, any other way is a good as dead.
Thy way, my way, his way, hers,
our way, always, one way wed.

Behold, I am thy friend and lover,
do not misunderstand.
Attacking thee I am not,
I am but reaching out my hand.

If thou art offended,
Tis not by me.
Thou hast offended thineself,
through a mind not yet set free.