I know you think my choices are confused
But I refuse to say that they are so.
I do not feel discomforted, abused
Or otherwise made sad by them, you know,
So tell me, why is it so bad that I
Alter my preferences to your whims?
It's not like you are going to make me die,
Or that I would - or even lop my limbs -
On your command. I simply much prefer
To have you happy, so it bears much weight
With me to know your preference. Be sure,
I do not do for you the things I hate,
But rather choose between two goods by seeing
Which of the two you will find more agreeing.
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