No One Special
My true love
The one I never met,
Waited my entire life
For no appearance yet.
Whilst seeing lovers happy
With their counterpart,
Am reduced to loneliness
With sadness in my heart.
Smile as if I’m all OK
When truly I have none;
Affection and devotion
From a special one.
Oh how I craved to have him near
To rock me in his arms,
To embrace with loving grace and
Admire all his charms.
Though he’s not real, no soulmate here,
No-one to call my own
Hence I guess and process...
I’ll always be alone.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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