Seine of Benevolence

Like a beautiful woman standing tall, 
wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; 
there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! 
And though it’s made up of mere words; 
it keeps one safe from rash assertion! 
Like a morning that needs a rising sun to be whole, 
it complements the truth to smooth circumstance! 
It pokes holes into grey clouds with sunrays 
;as it touches one’s soul like a brush run on bras; 
as it makes one glow with devotion! 
Without it, love would still be waiting in a hall- 
or like a necklace that has no pendant. 
So inanimate yet it spells lively! 
That’s benevolence- 
something totally out of your grasp; 
yet it seeps inside you free of aversion!