Sonnet: Missed Love

I know no love but what you give
And my heart does yearn to live.
If I could touch your curves
And kiss your lips to calm my nerves
Then my smile would turn to sunshine
And the sky would seem so fine.
What we have instead is rain, my dear
And I'm growing sick and tired of not having you near
To calm the thunder and quiet the storm
That makes my body feel so worn.
I'm puckering my mouth and closing my eyes
And if you love me I wont say goodbye,
Waiting for the kiss of love that frets--
Or will it be the cold kiss of death?