You search for the love poems,
Hidden in your words,
You expect to find beauty
In all the lonely birds.

You're waiting for a single moment
Where everything is clear
You want to burst into song
So everyone will hear.

You change your mind to fit your mood
You're always switching sides
But you never expect to grow tired of love
In romance, your heart resides.

Into this one concept
You put your heart, your soul, your life
You tell yourself it will happen soon,
That every story begins with strife.

And so you wait for your prince to come
Galloping on his white mare,
You never grow impatient
For you know someday he'll be there.

Years go by and you never meet him,
Desperation dawns on you
But your hope lives steadily on
Your dedication is true.

Though now you've waited a very long time
You're even starting to turn gray
Your house is empty, your bed is cold,
Your youth refuses to stay.

But you know that when you meet him,
And your eyes click for the very first time
He'll just admire your faded beauty,
He'll see you as in your prime.

The days continue to melt away,
The seasons rhythmically change
You begin to think that not having found him
Is something rather strange.

Your eyesight and your hope
Together start to dim,
You led your whole entire life
Never knowing him.

You begin to look back on the years,
On all the people he could have been
But none of them were good enough,
Yet now your regret begins.

Because of lofty expectations,
You spent your existence alone
And now that you finally realize this,
You're bedridden, stuck at home.

Finally, now, you give up your search,
Finding it fruitless in the end
And with your final intake of breath,
You close your eyes and pretend.