Cannot be captured
Like a fleeting thought
A glint in a winked eye
A desire sought
But never caught
A mixture of stuffs
A mulish essence
Tumbled and artful human
Her quintessence
Of six senses
There will be no other
She is peerless
An infinite-pieced puzzle
Markedly fearless
Brassy world-weariness
In awe of our offspring
We can’t help but nurture
We struggle with boundaries
Aim to secure
Not butcher
Their future