The heart longs for true company
For neither shallow appearance,
Nor dating games of agony,
Can replace that of true substance.

How many times has one engaged
In these pursuits of vanity?
The passionate heart is enraged
From one's insensitivity.

So where is the resolution?
When will one find true contentment?
Is love more than an illusion?
Do all end with disappointment?

Though one treads on to live alone,
There has to be more than this fate.
Though her name has yet to be shown,
One deeply yearns for his soul mate.