Fondue
(friendship and fondness)

The burning sun arises.
Clouds may fill the sky.
Harsh wind can blow your mind.
But when you cry,
Don't hesitate to soak my eyes.
My chest is not wise.
Still, it opens for your whine.
My arms will support your sigh,
After they disrobe your hide.
You can't leave me or them behind.
'Cause harmony will not be round,
After you rob our fondue (fondles).