I always think to myself,
Will I ever find love's true wealth?
That all-consuming, eternal flame,
Everyone finds, but not the same.

I crave a man, not a childish boy,
One who brings more than fleeting joy.
I need a man who'd love through the storm,
Even if I transform, no longer warm.

He would still love me, I’d hold him tight,
He would still love me, through darkest night.
Would he? Could he? Stay by my side,
Through every storm, every tide?

What’s the point of love, if not to give your soul?
If not to make each other whole?
If you don't live for every shared glance,
What's the point of love, if you miss the dance?

What's the point of love, if lies prevail?
If you betray, then love will fail.
I will never comprehend such selfishness,
Deceitful hearts, no tenderness.

If that is love, then let me be,
Better off alone and free.