Always home
Isolated from the outside world
In deep thinking
A lady whom no one has ever loved
Seasons after seasons
Spring, summer, fall and winter
She mourns
Deep longings and uncontrollable tears inside her
Years of dejection she endures
Dying inside, in a state of frustration
Yet future, she faces with expectation
Courageously longing
For never has she experienced the tender touch of a man
Nor, never had she heard companions kindly words
Always in solitude and vain desire
Warming herself beside a lonely fire
Thinking of herself as been a social misfit
For she has been wondering
Asking questions
Why has she been lonely?
All these years?


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