When you are filled with
niobe all tears
and throes of plight, 
My compassionate freshet 
of lenity
shall cascade being the balm of comfort.
My passionate soul 
shall smooch the eyes of yours, 
And my complete heart shall 
surrender the joys of intimacy
before you                
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