The Cost of Love

The Cost of Love

She lives in two worlds
One of light, honor and privilege

The other filled with unforgiving cold and rejection 
She dreams of a lover who is never boring and predictable,

who can hold her interest and sweep her off her feet
But the boys she finds barely measure up for a night 
She longs for that one
Who can sing to her soul

But she is damaged, 
afraid to care, afraid to need anyone 
The darkness is all she knows of love
The one she seeks could be inches from her fingertips, 
But in her isolation she would never know.