Bewildered, he grasps for the hidden desires his heart has never tasted, for the mystery of love his soul has never known.
Where is the maiden who can break this spell of lonesomeness or is this life's kindness upon the heart of someone not deserving love's beauty?
No one can hear his lonely cries, because oppression is the prison guard keeping him bound in chains of misery, agony and the bitterness of sadness.
Among the knolls of his mind is where he roams, searching for the grapevine of hope to flavor his lips with the sweet taste of love's romance, but to no avail is his find, for the spring of his hope is really like a flowerbed in winter.
Throughout his journey, he is strong with understanding - his strength comes from the snowflake of life's beauty upon the garment of love he knows he will never wear.
Silent sorrow he adores with acceptance, for it is only within his imagination that he beholds the beauty of a woman.
Like sand through an hourglass, the lonely man pours out his sentiments hoping with time that every deaf ear will hear his cries as he speaks the mute words of love through the voice of his tear-filled heart.