Can you seriously take one look at her
Her love wasn’t meant for you to tuck away
For one of your rainy days
That kind of love wasn’t meant to
Be brushed aside and taken for granted
Until you’re ready to see its worth
She’s got the kind of love you won’t find anywhere else
It’s a fiery little thing
And it’s fragile in the wrong conditions
But love it in all the right places
And you’ll see it burn for you in a way
That it can burn for no one else.
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