A poem a day

If I wrote you a poem
Everytime I thoughtof you
No one could speak
all the words would be used
If I could describe now
How beautiful you are
The flowers wouldn't bloom
The Sun would not rise or set
And our painters brushes
Would lie dry
For fear of comparison
If I could only hold you again
Without breaking your heart
I would be able to sleep again
The night holds no peace
For the heart broken lover
Who lies in bed praying for morning
Which holds nosalvation
Regret and jealousy
My only companions
Who fire my mind
And leave my bed cold
While I think of the plans
I made for us turning to dust
In the wreckage
Of my broken heart