I'd like to meet:
As you cry Cold tears slip from your swollen eyes Going slowly down your burning face Sliding to your lips As you lick them from your lips tasting salty As you cry Bitter sweet tearsBitter-Sweet Ah, my dear angry Lord, Since thou dost love, yet strike; Cast down, yet help afford; Sure I will do the like.I will complain, yet praise; I will bewail, approve; And all my sour-sweet days I will lament and love