Alone with the world

Alone, in the eyes of man, I was
but I never felt alone;
not in the warm embrace of summer;
far away from the cold hearted crowds;
not with the breath of her breeze in my hair;
with the birds for cheerful conversation
and motherly trees to take my hand;
not while my love was requited
with the warm smooches of flowers in bloom;
the person of nature beside me;
a beauty who would not break my heart.