An introvert is born
With just the apt array of verses
Etched in her soul

There they reside in deep slumber
Cocooned by a demure timorous self

Then life comes along as it will

Just the right blend
Of passionate cheer,
And tumultuous despair

One by one, the verses break free
Unsure, they flit on a tender blade
Blinded by the worldly glare

When the time is right
Morphing into vibrant shades
They soar the beaming skies

Looting your heart,
Stirring your soul !