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.