I love you
I make no apologies for that
Love me or not
Not much of a bother
I refuse to be held like a priced gem
Delicate egg I may be
I am weathering fiery frost
Compact and well-done on the inside
Presenting a facade of fragility
Leave her not on my account
Through the bitter and sweet
She has held you
Whereas I would not
Forget my frail heart
Seek it not
Hard-boiled in lava
Braving seasons of life
Brittle-like look serves it well
Making no apologies for love