oxymoron

she holds within her
more dichotomies
than you can fathom
a walking oxymoron
a die hard dillettante
a casual zealot
she'll spin your head
and trip your tongue
and make you bow
and blush
and for this
flustered flush
you'll love her
all the more
you'll hate her too
before you're through
but never quite enough
to go back to before