A woman without someone to love
Is a woman incomplete;
Like a flower devoid of nectar
Sends bees into hasty retreat
Her mind is a wearied battleground --
Uncertainty ebbs and flows;
Loneliness - a cruel adversary,
But hopelessness - the worst of foes
Like an unlit candle her heart waits
For Love to kindle the fire,
And when the wick has been set ablaze
It responds with burning desire
A woman with no one to love her
Does not yield, despite the pain;
Eagerly she greets each day with hope,
(Hope keeps us bound by a strong chain)
So she dreams of her prince who'll bestow
A rose-laden diadem;
But until the roses bud and bloom,
She'll find only thorns on the stem