The Storm Of Love Poem by Rik Bertrand

There is nothing I can say to make it better,
There will never be a you and I together.
Love is a curse that besets us all in time,
And I must rid this beast from my devilish mind.

Thoughts of passion and tender, tender moments,
Emotions that hang and that feeling that never relents
It's a weight that pulls the soul down into hell
It's the love story that you can never really tell.

Cries of frustration, and whispers of sweet nothings,
There is no one to comfort the soul in these bitter surroundings.
There is a desperate wanting to be held, to be cuddled and kept warm
Yet I am left alone to battle through this dreadful storm.

I am the storm above you; I am love that wants your touch.
I shall never feel your caress or your lips, although I wish this much.
I cry and the rain falls upon your body so soft and wanting,
Lightning strikes out as if my fingers are reaching down and hunting.

The Storm of love, the storm of unfulfilled lust and passion,
What could be more pitiful than love without compassion?
Know that I have emotions, that I do love, and that I am a man.
But I am cursed to go without your touch to the bitter end.