conditional love
clench it tight,
keep it close
it belongs to mine
yet in thee hands shall it remain.
alloweth not a crack tarnish its shine
until i grasp of whose hands do not deserve it
let not a tear or scratch blur its imperfect shine
coat it to its need
keepeth safe,
my dainty heart.










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