In the depths of my being, I ache for love,
Feeling desperate, craving its warm embrace.
Once, I dismissed my unlovability as mere apathy,
But solitude has etched doubt deep within.
Am I too complex to be loved? I wonder,
With no definitive answer to console me.
Yet, I'm not blind to love's true essence,
It transcends mere aesthetics, I know.
Love demands vulnerability, a risk I've taken,
Only to find myself unrequited, time and again.
Do my appearance, my flaws, repel affection?
Am I destined to wander, a captive of self-doubt?
This plea escapes my lips, a desperate cry:
"Love me, someone, somewhere, prove me wrong."
For I long to be cherished, as any soul deserves,
To feel wanted, to belong, in this vast universe.
