You will be able to understand a person if they showed you their scars,
Whether on their body or the scars from their past.
In case, you love this person,
You will have to wait.
For her to open up,
Bloom into a flower ready to be held.
For she's never been loved,
Nor has she ever had the chance to love.
Hold her hand, brush her hair, tell her that you'd be there for her.
The wall protecting her frail heart,
Would slowly begin to crumble.
Pieces of old scab falling,
Exposing a raw and delicate treasure.
Then, will she be ready,
To hand over her delicate heart,
For you to hold, without breaking.
-LovableConundrum
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