Love

A beauty alone, in search of a heart, Longing for love, but none to start. They say I'm pretty, a gem to behold, But none can see, the loneliness I've told. I yearn for a touch, a gentle embrace, A love that accepts me, in this lonely space. But men pass by, with a fleeting glance, None stay to see, the real me, in this dance. They assume I'm taken, by a love so true, But little do they know, I'm single, and blue. I crave a whisper, a gentle caress, A love that loves me, for who I am