Love's Lament Poem by Alexander Thomas

It rolls and lashes with the waves,
It claws and burns as an unyielding sun,
Love is what the soul craves,
As my boiling blood starts to run,
The tender muscle clenching tight,
Beating all the moments of lost time,
So sad and sorry is our plight,
Lamenting what should be sublime,
She is the sun's dazzling glare,
The grating sand between my toes,
The clasping wind through my hair,
The source of my midnight throes,
She is the clapping thunder in my heart,
The piercing lightning in my mind,
The object of all art,
A memory I can never leave behind,
So close I could almost touch,
Separated only by cruel fate,
Never near enough to clutch,
The woeful desire I can't sate.

One day our eyes will again meet,
And in rapture our spirits greet.
Love is only true to thee,
And only as one can we be free.