THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN

There is always a Prince charming to every sleeping beauty
A natural universal law of one is to one where everybody has somebody
Everyone has one that makes their heart sing a song inaudible to other ears
A song whose tune only one person can sing in the universe
Everything comes in pairs; the good and bad, death and life
And only one Juliet for every Romeo as his wife
But where is my Juliet? She is not yet born
And oh, how I wish she were near!
As each day went by I kept seeing people who nearly my heart won
But for two reasons I know the beauty ones are not yet here
One, I've not found my beautiful one
And two, you, like me have also found none
So I conclude that indeed they are not yet born
For the beautiful ones I see here are all gone
They are mere shadows of the true beauty yet to be; mere mirages
For what I see as beautiful are my admiration of borrowed images
They are not real, or better yet not mine; they belong to someone else
I'll know my beautiful one when I look into her eyes that glitter like pearls
The one thing that hurts most in this world than dying without making a mark
Is loving someone and not have them love you back
But one day a beautiful one will be born who belongs to me only
One who has the same heartbeats as I
And one who will love me till I die
For she'll be my beautiful one, the only one born for me
Then I will, with pride, say
My beautiful one is born today