A playful life

A playful life

The touch of a human,
A semblance to the divine,

Those glittering eyes,
Disheveled but playful hair,

Rare is a joyful form so true,
Being fidgety then, suits you.

I fail to even trace,
Origins of your delightful grace,

Soon I may run out of an excuse,
To caress a bundle oozing life,

Dragging me out of an internal strife,
And a path to being a recluse...