I wish I was a lonely sea
of emerald and whiteness.
My shores would be my boundary
with sands of sundrenched lightness.

Or could I be a lonely lake?
From hurt I would lie hidden.
In life nor love would I partake,
my depths I'd rule unbidden.

A single rose, so red and fair,
would be my only longing.
Unseen. Unloved. Untouched - I'll bear
the hurt of not belonging.