A Burn from Something Beautiful

I promised myself before
I would not allow this again.
I thought I was prepared
but was wrong in the end.
So mercilessly, the sun beat
as my skin was ill-prepared to take.
A previously pale white body
was overcome with a red glow as the sun did bake.
I try to wipe my face
but the burning tells me
not to rub so carelessly
unless I want more pain momentarily.
I sit down softly
but inadvertently
push down roughly
on both of my knees.
I did not realize
the bright, fiery red ball
did so much damage
to this body in all.
Now I know,
but only too late,
that this pain I feel
is all that's on my plate.
I swore previously
that it happened for the last time,
as I now swear again
this goal of mine.
No matter what it means
I must do to prepare
my laziness will not cause me
to overlook my care.
Next time, sun,
I will not allow this to be done
as an attempted burn from something beautiful
will be a battle I have won.