On the wings of the winds That stealthily soar above I lay the unsaid words Of my lonely, haunting love. Where can she be---- The love I have not met? For, all the lost and mislaid hours Can only cause regret. Oh, could I speak And tell her of my yearning, Desires to have and hold, The fire within me burning!!! Where can she be---- My love, as yet unseen? On treach'rous mountain roads My thoughts of her careen. But, alas---- My soul can only sigh And lay these unsaid words On wings of winds, on high, Since I have failed, (And failure brings regret) To find my one true love---- The love I have not met. By L, B. Strawn September 20, 1987 Pure fiction. |
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