I have found my Rosaline,
Now where is my Juliet,
The one who will love me for me?
Loneliness is worse than any poison.
Where is my Cleopatra,
The one whose love is worth a nation?
Being alone is worse than any snake bite.
Where is my Helen,
The one I would cross oceans to retrieve?
Solitude is worse than any piercing arrow.
I have found my temptress, Calypso,
Now where is my Penelope,
The one who would wait for me?
No journey is more treacherous than a lonely heart.
Where is my Eurydice,
The one for whom I would fight Hell to keep by my side?
A life alone, is worse than any death.
Where is my Guinevere,
The one for whom I’d sacrifice my quest?
No treasure is more valuable than love.
One day I am sure to discover her,
The girl who will satisfy my dreams.
But why must I wait and be tortured,
By the villainesses who only hurt me.
I am offering my heart and soul,
And no one gives it a second thought.
She entrances me with her tricking ways,
Then dashes my hopes with her indifferent rejection.
My only solace lies in my hopes that one day my true love will find me,
And will be more than I could have ever imagined.
