There was once such a beautiful woman who just waited
For another so special to arrive and to just come along
But she stayed right where she was doing nothing at all
And she never heard ever in life not a note of loves song
She wilted and aged like a wagon of oldest by gone days
While she sat so lonely and wrote her verse and her poetry
But staying at home is what she did and no body they knew
That her heart needed love and she was so loving and free
Like that cart she that stayed put doing the same every day
True love was out there waiting for her to go forth and find
The very real true love she had longed so for deeply within
But she thought there would be no love out there loving and kind
How she longed for that one true love but eventually grew grey
And real true love it exists still waiting for her heart to appear
She could have looked back wondering why she before had not
Deciding to go looking for that real love and forgetting the fear.