In shadows deep, he walks alone, A man unseen, his heart of stone. For in his eyes, a bitter truth, He feels unloved, devoid of youth.

He gazes upon the world's cruel gaze, Where beauty reigns, and love betrays. With every glance, he feels the sting, Of loneliness, an eternal thing.

To him, the mirror is a foe, Reflecting back the pain, the woe. His features plain, his spirit worn, He feels the weight of love's cruel scorn.

He longs for eyes to see his worth, To cherish him, to heal his dearth. But in a world of fleeting grace, He finds no solace, no warm embrace.

So he wanders through the night, A silent ghost, devoid of light. For in his heart, a quiet plea, To find a love that's meant to be.

Yet still, he fears it may not come, For he believes himself undone. A man unseen, in shadows cast, Yearning for a love that lasts.