Lover no matter what, come monsters of briny deep, come nightmarish imaginings or those that make themselves a real world happening, my arms are your safe keep.
Upon that sea come weathers of tempest fever, my lovers arms are the boat that storms forgot.
Oh lover's arms, cradle of pure child self, crucible of soul re-spark, your divine worth is infinite because your intentions are so very pure.
Into heart, into deepest self, in eternal eclipse of all that harms, come lover to my arms.
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