My heart is a wilting flower,
My petals droop lower by the hour,

How long must I be left to weep,
Before I’ve fallen far too deep,

When I have no love,
And no person to speak of,

Why do I feel so full, but still in complete,
With my true love that I have yet to meet,

Many years I have left to live,
I wonder who I’ll spend them with,

Tears are shed more often than not,
With them falls the hope I have got,

Young as I may be,
I long for a true love that’s just for me,
I wonder what my stars read,
Perhaps that I fight for love,
Maybe I will succeed,
For it’s all that I dream of,
In my life, it’s all that I need,

I mourn now for what I have yet to receive,
However, somehow, I still do believe,

I covet what I should,
I covet what I should not,
With intentions that are good,
And with intentions that are not,

Damn me now, and forever more,
Because true love is what I live for.