The beauty is in the madness.
Madness that you are an unsolvable puzzle.
A plucky little riddle that I will never grasp.
A desirable concoction of beauty and fun.
That’s the allure though –
I am not meant to figure you out.
There’s no text books to grasp you.
For as much as I can study you,
you’re an improbable sum;
The only one.