You challenge my every perception.

My wisdom is a foolish deception in your grasp.

You inspire me to think beyond knowledge applicable.

Through delightful frustration you generate desire,

An aspiration to better myself.

You astound my reason.

Internal treason is the only role I play in your presence.

You bring me back to my primary form.

Clay in the hands of an artist.

Yet you neither try or deny but quietly go on fulfilling.

Instilling in me loyalty even unto death.