My sweet nothings, nothing could be as sweet,
or perhaps, if you wish, nothing so deep.
And then, if you desire, I'll devote
a metaphor or four, or maybe more,
to your description, the ascription of
lines of nothing but the most divine.
This is, of course, assuming that you can
reciprocate in kind with lines so as
to justify the hopefully worthwhile
hassle of writing down a ten line lie.
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