To Be Loved
Secretive is she about her own name,
she knows never to play too close to the flame
for she has been burned before
by a word of ardor she has grown to abhor,
but no matter what of her she says of becomes
I swear to her she will deserve to always be loved
And she is loved, by one at least
whose words are better written on paper sheets
and written not with ink, but with his blood and heart,
on his own life, he knows she has left her mark
for her warmth is worth the weight of the Sun
and that is why he knows, to him, she will deserve to always be loved
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