You walk in and see her.
She's fierce and confident and
carries herself with a silent strength.
You ask others about her.
Most don't know much.
They tell you she has scars
on her hands from holding
her war-torn heart together,
she's got gun powder
caked under her fingernails
and calluses on her palms
from all the grenades she's
tried to stop.
They tell you she fought to be where she is and you like that.
You don't see her as they do.
You see her as a brick wall about to fall.
Strong skin but a heart more
tender than the most delicate garden.
She's shown her forest mind to few and they've always run.
But not you.
Shes hid in her forest for as long as she can remember, like a pearl
that didn't want to be found.
But you did.
You saw her.
And that's how.
That's how you got the girl.
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