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He found her crying by a well
With tears that chronicled her hell.
The spring seemed as a dusty grave
So from his waters he freely gave.
From his pool she drank and drank
So his own waters sank and sank.
And when her thirst had drained his store
Deeper he dug to give her more.
With spirits lifted like a dove
She turned to him, proclaiming love
And held him close to give him this:
A healed lamenter's kiss.

He proved the balm for all her pain
Remorselessly she did him drain.
When siphoning left naught but mud,
She'd drain him of his own life's blood
'Till spent at last he turned to leave.
With bitter wails she did him grieve
And crying that he must not go
She snared his pity for her woe.
Thus she in tears—he Sampson shorn—
He pledged forgiveness—all reborn.
She held him tight and gave him this:
A false repenter's kiss.

Time proved her need a bottomless hole
And such demand does slay the soul.
To fill a heart that's e're bereft
One gives and gives, till nothing's left,
A well-meant but bitter mistake
Of a love all give, but never take.
Again, he sought to find reprieve
For but a while that he might breathe.
She could not help her angry cry
For without him, she'd surely die
So held him down and gave him this:
A dark Dementor's kiss.

Description
He found her crying by a well
With tears that chronicled her hell.
The spring seemed as a dusty grave
So from his waters he freely gave.
From his pool she drank and drank
So his own waters sank and sank.
And when her thirst had drained his store
Deeper he dug to give her more.
With spirits lifted like a dove
She turned to him, proclaiming love
And held him close to give him this:
A healed lamenter's kiss.

He proved the balm for all her pain
Remorselessly she did him drain.
When siphoning left naught but mud,
She'd drain him of his own life's blood
'Till spent at last he turned to leave.
With bitter wails she did him grieve
And crying that he must not go
She snared his pity for her woe.
Thus she in tears—he Sampson shorn—
He pledged forgiveness—all reborn.
She held him tight and gave him this:
A false repenter's kiss.

Time proved her need a bottomless hole
And such demand does slay the soul.
To fill a heart that's e're bereft
One gives and gives, till nothing's left,
A well-meant but bitter mistake
Of a love all give, but never take.
Again, he sought to find reprieve
For but a while that he might breathe.
She could not help her angry cry
For without him, she'd surely die
So held him down and gave him this:
A dark Dementor's kiss.