BENCH

I thought she was the usual gal...

But in her simplicity

She exudes more than what the naked eyes could see

In her forbearance, she radiates what

Real beauty is...

She is bench...Silent...Deep...

Some people might termed her as exceptional.

Young, yet accomplished

But she has always displayed humility

In all her works.

Recognizing a greater power above.

She may be tough outside,

But when she's on her own

She is like a baby

Wanting to be cradled...wanting to be wanted...

She is like a child- feeble...fragile...

When hurt she would come running

Home almost always bleeding.

She has grown numb...

She may be brilliant in equations and formulas

But not when it comes to problems of the heart.

It is her weakest area

It would take another heart- with all its pureness

and sincerity

To engulf all her insecurities...

A loving heart that is...

Who could see beyond her

Imperfections and flaws

...A heart who could see through her.

That's bench...