Single is never my choice, I confess today,
Though smiles disguise the loneliness along the way.
At crowded feasts and festivals, I quietly stand,
Watching pairs walk together, hand softly in hand.
The heart too seeks a shelter where affection may stay.
Many nights echo loudly in a silent room,
Where dreams bloom briefly, then dissolve into gloom.
Questions from society pierce deeper than spears,
Mocking unmarried ages and hidden tears.
Yet I rise each morning with courage to resume.
Still, single life has gifts the world forgets to see—
The freedom to wander, to think, to simply be.
No chains of false promises, no restless disguise,
Time to nurture ambition beneath open skies.
In solitude, I often discover the stronger me.
I do not crave glitter, wealth, or beauty alone,
But a soul with kindness where true love is grown.
A companion who values trust more than pride,
Who walks through storms with patience by my side.
For marriage without goodness turns hearts into stone.
So single I remain, not because love is denied,
But because I await the right one beside.
When destiny sends a sincere and noble heart,
Two lonely journeys may no longer stay apart.
Till then, hope shall remain my eternal guide.
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