Where the Misunderstood Gather

I know there must be a place for the souls that never managed to find love. There we will be gathered: the misunderstood, the tormented, the ungraceful, and those who turned love into a myth. Our sentence will be sealed in a white rosebush, reminding us that we are condemned to keep searching for love -the one that was meant to last forever- in this second round, as a rematch for the game we lost while we were alive. But now, the search unfolds in a place filled with skeptics