Love comes at a hefty price, for me,
A fee that I’m unable to pay.
That’s why I’m loveless, you see,
Since the wealth of self-worth, never came my way.
I cannot afford love – it’s true,
And I’m deprived in this regard.
I so wish to amass the adequate amount due,
So that, from this commodity, I will no longer be barred.
Sometimes, I still search for someone, to hand it out for free,
And to understand that I lack the courage needed for this transaction.
But, if anything, I’m probably overlooked for my poverty,
Thus, I remain alone, still searching for comfort; satisfaction.