its not that you don't deserve all of the things that your heart desires
its not that I don't hear the deep longings of your soul
how you wish to frolic through the forest and touch the dampness of autumn
no, my dear, quite the contrary
you are most deserving of all of the deliciousness of life
coziness and comfort shall wrap themselves around your gentle frame
you are deserving of bowls being served into your hands
and loving eyes pouring in your direction
you deserve the sunsets and to greet the friendly darkness
you deserve light, and colors and to have your senses mesmerized
yes, my dear you are so deserving
and it is now safe to indulge