Why must love be so confusing?
Must I continually search throughout my life,
Breaking the hearts of other people
Just to find the "one" to be my wife?

Will my heart ever find satisfaction?
Will the second-guessing ever end?
Will I ever have true love,
Or must I always just pretend?

People have always told me, "Follow your heart."
But it's simply horrible advice to take.
Selfishness is all you gain.
Giving, the true meaning of love, you forsake.

Love will forever elude me.
Emptiness is what I feel inside.
As I write these words for all to see,
I know my heart has completely died.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 282 AF.