Blank Poem

Why can't I write a few lines of poem this moment, while the beautiful fowlers glow in morning sunshine, while the little birds chirp and play lovingly on the blooming magnolia vine, My mind is so mesmerized, but alas it can't paint this beautiful sight. Once my poems basked with the aura of my lover's smile, Her beautiful lips seemed like delicate petals of rose, Now my love is gone, so is the garden of red rose, My love poem is reminiscing but can't be put in words. Maybe it is the time to etch my pain in poetic verse, The pain which used to be the words of my poems, Has penetrated so deep in my heart, That it does not come out, my poem remains a blank verse. How do I write a poem, when there is no kindling in the fire of my loving heart, How do I sing the song of my heart, when there is no one to listen to it, How do I tell the story of my heart, when I am heart broken and feel depressed, How do I call my mind's creation a poem, when it is not a poem at all?