I was created for a single island,
a bachelor mansion on a windy knoll,
an eremitic bench -
in a dreary park.

Yet I was not created,
to be alone.
My soul seeks for a partner,
but alas - no more.

No - one is enough -
to satiate desire.
To give what I require,
others are unneeded.

I was created thusly,
for others stir the pot.
Annoying gnats - they fly -
which I am unable to swat.