She sits in the window of the shop

Waiting for true love to drop

From the music in the earphones

Romance from them now drones

False love and folly beats it out

Love that has no future or clout

Hurt is better than nothing

She fears the nothing 

Lost in the city she sits

For a heart that fits

Her psyche and her dreams that flit

Back and forth from thoughts that fit

The predisposition to love 

Given to her by God above.