A poem about a woman that has it all but true love

You see its life
Completely laced with strife
We set out to see the sun
In hope that one day it will be our turn

We hope to conquer the world
We set to make our mould
Excitement is upon us
Speed is sprawled within us

We run before we learn to crawl
We topple over before we even know how to fall

If life is our is our oyster
We learn it can be our joy and star

Choices are on par
As we travel in our freedom car

We have new eyes . 
We have newer ties
We make money. 
Sometimes we bind with the honey.
We lose the old. 
Be it friends or many of the told.

It's the pinnacle of achievable
Says all that is believe able

We venture on . 
We walk the babble
We tire at times and that is the trouble

Is this all . Is this the ball
Surely life can't be this fall
I left school with zest in my eyes
Not to be feeling it's a pest and lies

Maybe it's the hype.  Life is just hype
Life is perceived as magical
I wouldn't say it's tragical
However despite having it all
Beauty, wealth and the call
I feel I'm not feeling tall

I dreamt of it when I was small
A happy ending and a prince charming and all

Its all there but this,
There is not yet a villainous troll.

There is a emptiness that remains behold
Maybe it's love that remains to unfold

Love that will transform
My heart and life for once and for all

Love that will nurture.
Love that will soothe my empty soul.

Love is my next goal. 
As I walk through my barren life of coal

I have all else
Now I want this too

I want to walk my amply heart full and tall.