Does anyone admire me 

deep in their heart

as I have admired many

who have shrugged me off?

 

My loves unrequited, 

though through romantic overtures I fess,

alas, I find myself alone,

in a world of lovely people

 

I know not why my heart 

seeks those it cannot attain 

though that category all-encompassing

still sings, siren-like, to me 

 

Loneliness, a feeling not new

Romance, a warmth I live without

Sadness, my soul most often feels

Hopelessness, the new mode of my life.