I am so unlucky, so unfortunate
I crave true love so bad but it seems to elude me
I saved my flower for the one I loved, but the love eludes me.
In him, I see my worst self, the devil lying within.
Nothing about me pleases him except coitus.
I shed tears for him, yet I love him.
Everything about him pleases me. I wish him well and all the good fortunes therein.
For a young maiden who desires love, is it hard to get true love from a man?
I love with all my heart, can that be reciprocated?
They say true love does exist. For those that found it, I will trust them.
I will wait for mine, and this time, it will not elude me.
- Tonia John
