Every little inch of treasure
Kept guarded and safe with pleasure
Wanted brilliance of their nature
The qualities of those we favour
Smoky treasure owned by one
Delicate love like beams of sun
Repressed heart in a tiny place
Ignored presence in an open space
Fallen angel you must be asked
Not to waste your feathers in distress
Possessed by bravery beyond any task
You are indeed, I must confess
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