For want of true love, a man died all alone
Holding out in search of perfection
Denying many genuine chances of what could have been love
He broke many hearts along the way
All along, the ones he spurned called him arrogant, heartless
Little did they, or anyone else, know of the heaviness that consumed his heart
For every heart that he broke along the way
For every pair of open arms that he walked away from
The tears he cried as he walked on remained unseen by all
Why he built a fortress around his heart, nobody knew
Everyone knew just how much he believed in love, in companionship
Though he never let anyone into his imagined darkness
In his last few days, as he realized that his time had come
He still held on fervently to the hope that he would find his love
And that before his soul escaped from his body
He would lose his heart from within the fortress
To the one true love who haunted his dreams
Yet never showed up in real life

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