Oh, there once was a woman so peculiar and lone,
Her sorrow resembled a melancholy drone.
She kept to herself, in her little abyss,
Her soul filled with sadness, a bottomless abyss.

You see, she was the master of solitude,
Misery was her blanket, her constant mood.
With a frown on her face, and tears in her eyes,
She wandered through life, lost in her own cries.

Her heart was a garden of wilted flowers,
Where sadness bloomed, hour after hour.
She wore a cloak of gloom, always wrapped tight,
A constant companion, day and night.

Oh, how she relished in her misery grand,
With a sarcastic smile, she'd take a stand.
Mocking the world with her cynical wit,
She danced with sadness, never able to quit.

But behind the facade, deep down inside,
Lay a yearning for love she tried to hide.
Though she kept people at bay, far apart,
Her lonely heart craved a connection, a fresh start.

So let's raise a glass to this woman so sad,
Her strange eccentricities, both good and bad.
May she find solace in the company she seeks,
And embrace the light that sadness often keeps.