She had never been in love
She had countless crushes
But they never progressed
They never grew into love.
She had never been loved
Yes, there were a few
Who confessed their liking
But they never pushed through
They only liked - but never loved.
She was always careful with her heart
Always filtering, always too smart.
Maybe love was meant to have a bit of foolishness
But she had standards and didn't tolerate nonsense.
She would only give her heart to someone who truly loved her
Someone whom she could exchange hearts with
For if she gave her heart and didn't get one back
She would be left heartless, loveless.
They said not to search for it would come
But where would that person come from?
What if they were from two different worlds?
She was beginning to think they would never meet
Or maybe they've crossed paths in the streets
how would she recognize him?
She really wants to know what love feels like
No one has come to love her
And she has no one to love.
She has friends and family
But that's a different kind of love.
She loves herself truly
But again, that's a different kind of love.
She has felt all kinds of love
But never romantic love
And that's what she wants - romantic love.