Thunder Poem by Maddy Jones

A man who was lonesome,
From young age to old,
Had valiantly searched,
For his lover, so bold,

And nary he found her,
‘Til he was quite aged,
Life played him a joke,
And so cruelly it waged,

His decades of waiting,
Had taken its toll,
He had given it up,
It sorrowed his soul,

When at last they had met,
Their hearts had made thunder,
For they loved so fiercely,
That the joke was asunder,

Their thundering hearts,
Most surely could kill,
Gazes had echoed,
So silent, tranquil,

Although time was bleak,
To embrace with endeavor,
Life had become meek,
To their loving forever.