Stormy Love

A poem of pain and love and a broken heart

Within my chest there is a pain beyond
The reach of my restraint for I have seen
The flash, upon the hill next to the pond.
I felt that arrow, yet stayed I serene.

I stalked that beauty for an age, not sure
If I should lie in wait or take my chance
And delicately try to win the pure
Soul that has such potential to entrance.

The growl and howl that signifies the coming
Like anger in the sky. Wind ramming against
My face, I run in hope to save that living
Dream, but the arrow in her heart I sensed.

I heard a crack and turned to see a tree
Destroyed, a perfect image: love’s tragedy.