The Pursuit of Sincerity

In youth, I sought the glance of maidens fair, Longing for their love, their gaze to share, But they passed me by with naught but a fleeting look, Leaving my heart yearning, my soul forsook. Yet as I grew and widened my scope, My friends stood by me, a guiding hope, Their camaraderie, my growth impelling, My character building, my prestige swelling. And lo! Women now flock to me with ease, Like bees to a flower, in search of sweet release, But their love seems shallow, their hearts untrue, I cannot tell who is genuine and who is but a passing view. For in this sea of self-interest and greed, Finding true love seems a most difficult deed, I seek a virtuous woman, a heart sincere, To love me for me, and hold my heart dear. Thus, I continue to build my character and my soul, And hope that one day true love shall make me whole, For in my heart, I know a love that's pure, Will find me one day, and forevermore endure.