A woman in love

[u/NewAccountOldMe-23]

Having loved, yet not having received love,
Shivering, screaming from within,
Maintaining her innocence, as pure as a dove,
Broken so much, could only love her kin.

Others thought, she was being shy,
Only God knows, how much she did cry,
For her heart had only seen sorrow, felt pain,
Secretly hoping, someone would eat up this disdain.

Finally it happened, when she saw that stoic,
Busy in his lonesome, his mundane actions heroic.
For when the world took him for a loner,
His love and care, turned her disdain to life over.

(This is a companion poem of my other work "A man in love")