The loneliness engulfs all,
I will neither rest nor stall.
For human warmth is my quest,
And all shall hear my call.

Engrossed by loneliness,
Neither loved nor caressed.
Yet my quest is unfulfilled,
To that I must confess.

Is that a rose I see in the other shire?
Or a daffodil glowing by the fire?
But maybe it is a bush of thorn,
Waiting for me to tire.

A worn path amidst a tower,
Twisting amongst a mourning flower.
Reaching a wall of sorrow,
Tears of seclusion on me shower.

A soft voice singing through the air,
Accompanied by a warm glare,
But when I come closer I see,
It is only a cold stare.

But on the way I will keep,
For love is mysterious and deep.
Beyond the road I will walk,
From the essence of life I shall reap.