In solitude he finds his peace, Acceptance of a fate's caprice. No longer dreams of love's embrace, But walks a path devoid of grace.

The mirror reflects a tired face, Eyes resigned to life's cruel chase. For beauty's touch, he'll never know, In lonely nights, he'll come and go.

He's learned to love the solitude, In shadows where his heart subdued. No longer yearns for beauty's flame, Content to bear his silent name.

Yet in the quiet, sorrow creeps, A tear that falls while the world sleeps. For deep within, a longing lies, A yearning heart, where hope defies.

But in the end, he finds his rest, Acceptance of life's bitter jest. For though he walks this path alone, His heart still beats, his soul still known.