Frozen

I have been trying to pen a poem for some time, still waiting to write the first word A beginning is a delicate time, asking nothing but to wait your turn In a net, I have gathered all love poems, from the first up to the last From infinity going backwards, to the staines of our future's looking glass Peering through this stained glass window, with each color, rhythm and metaphors changed What once was viewed as poetic clones, placed under the light would rearrange How does one write a love poem, to a star laid down to rest in peace? It's light continues throughout the dark, as my pen awaits its reach The heavens are holding endless stars, each one shines its very own light in the dark Let your poetry shine and warm all who read It is the spark of inspiration that sets them apart Though a million light years pass, beyond the eternal gates of time I will patiently wait for your return, through the stained glass window of time I have been trying to pen a poem since she passed I guess my pain is mixed with the stain The concept is there somewhere in the air, still waiting to find the first word for my pain