She feels like an endangered species,
While she waits, still believing in love,
She hides beneath the ordinary
Remaining the one who is always overlooked.
The well of love she holds is full,
Free for giving, free to be taken, to be emptied with limitless refills.
Yet still she waits, wanting to hope, yet not daring to,
Trying hard not to expect, knowing it may never be.
Loving yet never loved,
Yet still believing.