Who is She?

She is in the flower of her youth, no defense. No mother, no father. The boys are cruel. They do not honor her delicacy. “Suck it up, buttercup.” Instead of having valor, they are vulgar. It’s not their fault, they are only boys, they are not responsible, they reject it. One boy stops. He sees her worth. He’s teased, not for defending her, but because he's kind. She doesn’t need him to defend her. She only needs him to love her for who she is. His love beams for her. She basks in the brightness and relishes in the radiance. Will he woo her? Will his intellect ignite her imagination? Will his strength still her to stare? He avoids her gaze; he hangs his head. “I can’t, it’s too hard, I’m afraid.” The litany is lost on her. She is forgotten, forlorn. Who will find her? Who will heal her hurts? She will.