Estoy muy sola

It is hard to believe,
that I can find love;
that which I have been yearning for
Don't know if I will know it
if I meet it
And afraid that I might think
something to be love,
when it is not.

Although I know deep inside
what I am
who I am -
I don't know whether he
(this mythical much waited for he)
will know this too
about me;
Whether he will want me
as I am,
because I am

So the tears well -
up and out and in
The despair cripples
me -
I am alone
Estoy muy sola