Precious Commodity

You must guard your heart, your most precious commodity.
For out of it breathes your life, but if damaged how deeply you may bleed.
Should such a thing occur then only time would mend.
In the interim you are left vacant, vulnerable, no one can defend.
The lasting mark of a lonely, loveless heart, is one you must hope not to find.
For if you do then woe unto you,
Perhaps in death you may part.

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