I sit upon my windowsill
Watching the world go by
Children rolling past on scooters
Husbands strolling by with wives
Stride for stride and hand in hand
This world belongs to them
These moments of pure perfection
Are exactly why life was meant
Seeing these lovers warms my heart
But pains me so much more
Evidence that love exists
Just not for me I'm sure
Sitting upon my windowsill
A tear rolls down my cheek
I cry for the love I see outside
But more for the love I seek
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