You don’t test a gentle person the way that you don’t steep tea for too long. Submerge me and I will imbue, and what was sweet will be bitter. I will be strong on your tongue and unpleasant to the taste, and you’ll regret drowning me in your guile.
My gentleness is not for your taking.
I hate it when my book series on my shelf is not complete, it bothers me.
Or when it is completely but you have one paperback in a set of hardcovers because you came to loving the series a little bit later than every one else. That one short little paperback so it never looks right when you shelve them.