Armor
Her heart I'm told, is covered with steel,
A product she says, of many a raw deal.
So begins the process of starting to heal
Began already, we had our first meal.
As happiness begins, away with the steel
Love replaces metal, the heart again can feel.
Take care to those that melt free the heart,
If damaged again it may break apart.
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