A Woman Incomplete

A woman without her man Is a woman incomplete, As the flower without its nectar Sends the bee into hasty retreat Like a child that fears the dark, She is searching for a light, Though never coming near Love's flame, She burns with passion day and night Her heart's a dismal island, Barren soil where nothing grows, Pain and sorrow, her companions...... Loneliness..... the worst of foes She's a candle that goes unlit, A light not allowed to shine, No one feels the warmth of her flame, No one kneels at her darkened shrine She lives her life as if it's real, Pretense puts her mind at ease, While she waits for death, she watches Her life waste away by degrees A life that is spent without love Is a life that's lived in vain, When memories flood the feeble heart, The past will reflect only pain Yet, a woman without her man Knows somewhere there's a hidden gem, But when Love's rose eludes her, She sees only thorns on the stem