Observant is the quiet, shy enigma,
Whom perches leisurely near the light-hearted scene of commotion.

Like a chameleon, she veils herself with multiple colorful splotches and hues,
Eyeing the humorous, jovial scenes with a sweet stare.
Reserved is the quiet, shy enigma.

Intuition abides in her serene, pacifist mind,
Aiding her in understanding certain situations.
Silent, she listens rather than conversing
To absorb casual dialogue like a sponge soaking up water.
Taciturn is the quiet, shy enigma.

She strikes conversation around those whom are close to her,
Never once stifling a friendly smile.
Caring is the quiet, shy enigma.

A multitude of advice lingers on the tip of her pink tongue,
An offering ready to be gifted to conflicted comrades.
Whilst underneath a blanket of silence hovering over her like a spell,
She heeds the conflicted woes of others.
Understanding is the quiet, shy enigma.

Who knew an elusive introvert could be so diverse?