Always I see,
Such beauty around me.
Yet never do they see,
The beauty within me.

Look at that lovely young blonde,
Lazily bathing under the sun.
I wonder what her thoughts might be,
If only she were thinking about me!

Or how about this lovely Latina clerk,
I walk up hoping to not be viewed as a ****.
I see her gaze quickly scan,
Revealing to me that I can’t be her man.

What has happened to the age of romance?
When a stranger always held an alluring stance.
Have all the ladies shunned us all?
Will we ever be worthy of their call?

I hope so,
For I still yearn for the Ying to my Yang.
Don’t we all,
Seek the one to ease all our heart’s pain?

Maybe this pretty Asian business lass,
Will see my worth in our quick walking pass.
No, another quick scan.
I am starting to wonder if I am even a man.

Maybe if I focus on just being me,
A lady will come to me with glee?
Wouldn’t that be a nice thought!
Myself being the one who is sought!

Time to stop for a drink at the bar,
And look at that, a lovely brunette glimpsed from afar.
Maybe fate is telling me something?
Is it time for my heart to sing?

So what say you?  My lovely bartender brunette,
Will this verse sway your heart?
Will the words of this sonnet,
Give us a start?