In all unlikeliness you
fearing water
the measure of my maintenance
dry up at my leave.
And with equal surprise I
loving water
with one drop will you shortly drown
weep timeless at yours.
Hydrogen and oxygen
being what are
they have forever: keeping yours
and my gaze afar.
Pray that somebody present
a lubricant
to over-oil our machine
so that finally we may part
out of sight and heart.
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