If I could swab your tears before there fall
Sweep away anguish as I did before
Dive and swim, within, your heart forestall
I'd happily drown each and every sorrow.
Conjoin our two souls, as one foresworn.
But, your ills are your own! So our love, ergo…
Shall spill over like milk in a source pan.
Passion shall cease any longer to bubble!
And lungs shall no longer fill too expanse
Or our true hearts love beat at the quick or double!
'If you can't or won't please try just a little'.
I'll not sleep in your bed, Asymmetrical.
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