Love a girl who writes
You've yet to perceive her,
Underneath the words of guise...
Peck her inked fingers
Exonerated the pens,
For they marked her...
The shear of your lips upon her
Is the one she can't discard!
Like a rose she is;
Bled against her thorns
Swear each night to let her go,
And love her more by dawn!
Obliterate her tattered memories
On the folio , that others look,
Even after you are,
"The HERO of her book"...
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