ALWAYS INLOVED BUT NEVER BEEN LOVE

Always in love, but never been loved,
A poet's heart, forever untouched.
Pouring emotions onto the page,
Seeking solace in this poetic cage.

In the realm of words, I find my peace,
Crafting verses that never cease.
Yet, my heart yearns for a love so true,
To feel the warmth of someone's "I love you."

Lines of verse, like whispers in the wind,
Expressing feelings that lie within.
But as the ink flows, my heart remains,
Longing for love's sweet, tender refrains.

Each syllable carefully chosen, precise,
Yet, my own love story remains a device.
To capture hearts with my poetic art,
But never to experience love's true start.

Professional in tone, I pen my verse,
Hoping one day, love's blessings will immerse.
But until then, I'll continue to write,
In this language of love, day and night.

Auto-detected language, English it may be,
But the language of love is universal, you see.
So, I'll keep writing, always in love,
Hoping one day, I'll be loved from above.