Her blueprint sang an untamed tune,
An orchestra beneath the moon.
Emotions danced in wild array,
Untangled chords in disarray.

Her thoughts, like fruit, both dark and sweet,
A labyrinth of shadowed heat.
A fertile ground where chaos grew,
And yet, her essence always true.

Amidst it all, she held her ground,
Raw and still, a force profound.
A quiet storm, a gentle flame,
A masterpiece without a name.

~Corina