the gift of love

it falls from your purse, onto the ground
do you pick it up, or leave it there for someone to find
but thieves run about the night, searching for whom they might take in spite
your heart is a precious stone, better left for someone you know
don't throw it away on stranger, whom you know only very little about
you think they care about you, when they feed you lies
you are worth more than your weight in gold, don't let someone steal you

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