True Love
I honestly seek
And strongly desire
A man whose love
Will help me rise higher.
It is my eighteenth year
No sign of him yet.
I start to grow fear
He will not appear.
True love is gain
Yet where is mine?
So far all pain,
Nothing is fine.
I'll not rest until
Mr. Right has come for me.
Him I value most
Above everything else in me.
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