Stranger to Love

Forever of hope, the optimistic soul,
 kindles my inner-self,
stumbles me as they owe me,
reaches me as they’re meant to be,
bamoozling the truth of my core existence,
like how death cheats life,
or the poverty does to the affluence.

The heart that needs to know,
sometimes do intrigue, but often
ask reasons why, put questions to try,
why not pleased with what I have,
why I ask for more.
Never satisfied with ourselves,
always gawps beyond the shore.

With every passing day seems like eternity,
I live without my precious gold.
Nobody to call my valentine,
nor a heart that fills me with pride.
Though I have bounty of love inside,
yet, I’m a complete stranger to the love
in this infinite world outside.