Choosy, contemplating all options,
or even disdainfully passing
by without so much as a look,
Is how they see her, laughing
awkwardly, when they suggest
spells and love potions.
All is in jest.
But why is she alone?
Always quiet, unfathomable gaze.
Hides worlds in her sighs
when she shields neath a book.
If they knew of the thirst
the fire
bursts
Love is a stranger to her
Daftly escaping everyone's tries
of introduction, under
pressure, nimble lies
when they fail.
Is that why
she is alone?
