A boy's love

Part 4

But the years turned cruel, and the days grew dark,
the light in his eyes became a dying spark.
The boy grew old, the years dragged on,
a lifetime of waiting, a hope long gone.

His heart, once fierce with love’s bright flame,
had dimmed to embers, lost without a name.
He searched the world for someone to hold,
a love to keep him from growing cold.
But all he found were walls of stone,
faces so distant, hearts like bone.

"Was I wrong to dream?" he asked the stars,
"To crave a love that leaves no scars?"
But the world gave silence, cold and true,
a reminder that true love was for the few.

In his final days, he came to know,
there was no "one" to heal his woe.
No perfect match, no tender hand,
just dreams that sank like shifting sand.