A Love Never Met

There is a love I never met
In my youth (long years ago)
Possessing tender ways and gentleness.
Who he is, I do not know.
Did I turn aside as he drew near,
Youthfully skipping on my way,
Thus our paths never crossed?
Elusive fate was cruel that day.

Who is the love I never met, -
Due to mishap, - long ago?
In loneliness, does he pine for me,
With desire he dare not show,
And does he harbor private thoughts,
Share tears of sad regret
(Missing the girl of his desires:
The love he never met)
Or, is he content with caring family,
That gathers round his knee,
Never giving thought to our budding love,
That wasn't meant to be?

Where is this soul I never held?
Would I recognize his face?
The elusive corner, where we almost met,
Do I stroll by that place?
And does he tip his hat (in passing)
Being unaware,
I am the joy he never knew,
Whose longings, he can't share?

I have been waiting for my love,
Until, this very day!
My finger never wore a ring.
My hair is turning gray.
My hands are worn; my step is slow,
'Though my thirsty heart throbs yet,
For it never was quenched by the drink of love,
>From that one I never met.