Unsaid
The wind whispered to the trees,
his songs of lament.
The tree, reckoning the gloom asked the wind,
“why such sorrow”
There once was a maiden,
Her charm allured him so,
Her calm made him a serene lad,
Her smile, like lullabies mesmerized him so.
But Alas,
if only he’ve told her the ocean of love,
He had for her,
the waves of feelings,
He had for her,
Before she drew her last fine breath.
On dark moonless nights,
The wind whispered to the trees,
his songs of lament.
The root of the trees caressed her face,
then and there she knew,
She was loved once,
and always will be.