In solitude he dwells, a lone soul adrift, Bound by the chains of a love long lost. His heart, once ablaze with passion's fire, Now lies cold, untouched, and forgotten.

He longs for arms to hold him close, A tender kiss to soothe his weary soul. But destiny has cast its cruel decree, No more love shall grace his weary path.

He mourns the dreams that will never bloom, The whispered words that will never be spoken. For he knows, deep within his wounded heart, That love's tender embrace will elude him forevermore.

So he walks alone, through the misty night, Haunted by memories of a love now gone. A solitary figure in a world of fleeting romance, Forever condemned to wander, alone in his sorrow.