I sat on a bank of a brook waiting for a fish that I can never can hook I cast and cast.
Fish just never seems to bite the fly I tyed that night.
The brook keeps flowing.  The sun rises and the sun sets.
I keep fishing that brook because  that's when I'm the happiest and at rest.

My lost love that was never mine I can't seem to get her out of my mind . My heart is heavy with the sadness that was left behind. My love for her was old and true. But now all it does is make me blue. I have no idea why were through. I miss her hugs,I miss her smile,I miss her notes that made me smile even though it was for a little while.