Porphyrophile - Purple Lover Poem by Lily Sabr

In solitude, she finds her peace
A quiet mind, a soul at ease
The world outside may be too loud
But here within, she's found her shroud

Her favorite color's purple hue
A shade that's deep and rich and true
It speaks to her of mystery
Of hidden depths and history

She wears it well upon her sleeve
A symbol of the strength she weaves
Within herself, a force so strong
That keeps her going all day long

And though she may not say a word
Her spirit sings like any bird
For in her heart, she knows the truth
Introverts are quite uncouth

So let her be, in purple-clad
For in her silence lies the glad
That comes from knowing who she is
An introvert with purple bliss.