Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
How it would be,
to find but one girl,
who could love me for me,
for all of my quirks,
and all of my flaws,
to find that one someone,
who'd catch me in fall.
Yet no maiden I've found,
ne'r fair nor dark,
left more than a scorching,
upon my soul, stark.
No one to adore me,
no tender heart to hold,
though pure of intention,
my story is told.
A story I am,
and a Story, no more,
After all, when in love,
Nothing is sure.
And when out,
or in one sided fling,
nothing hurts worse
than rejections bitter sting,
rebuke of the heart,
with love truly shown,
a ruby-red smiting,
where from which love had flown,
and left behind,
sad and afraid,
he who once,
maidens hearts would swoon bade.
Alas, what fortune must come upon me,
to be once again en seule indefinitely,
No maiden,
No purpose,
No lover,
No drive,
A wonder it is,
such a heart could survive.
Yet, here I am...
Barely Alive.