My Empty Love-Flask

Every time a couple walks by,
I try to hold my head up high.
But I feel so alone,
I feel it straight to my bone.

All this talk of love,
I throw wishes to above.
No one seems to be there,
To answer my simple prayer.

Maybe it's too much to ask,
To fill my empty love-flask.
I have so much to give,
Though I know there are
other ways to live.

Maybe a bit of hocus-pocus,
Would get him to notice.
I would love him,
Then my empty love-flask
would filled to the brim.