With introspective gaze and mind profound,
The INTP, a soul of logic's art,
Doth ponder deep where truths may yet be found,
And weave through webs of knowledge, set apart.
A quiet fire burns within their breast,
A yearning for the systems yet unknown,
They seek the patterns, put all things to test,
And find in reason's light a world their own.
The fivesome heart, withheld from shadows deep,
Doth guard its well of passion, fierce and true,
Yet glimpses show where tender feelings creep,
A wellspring veiled beneath a stoic hue.
Like winter boughs that bear a hidden bloom,
The INTP waits for spring's triumphant boom.
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Diorino Galvano
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MBTI: INTJ
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Comments (1)
This was so beautifully crafted! Loved your poem!