I have no good excuse for this bit of ridiculous whimsy. I was just in the mood to write some cinquain, and when I put my fingers to my keyboard, this is what came out.
On mountain top
And called out loud, “Hello,
I’m looking for my one true love;”
I’m looking for
My one true love.” — Oh, joy!
My heart was sure I’d found my love
I called again
And once again reply
Came loud and strong; that lovely song
I walked around
But stopped on ev’ry side
And called my heart’s desire and heard
I spent the day
And grew quite hoarse in throat
But never found the love who called