Always on rainy days

Rains fall and clear the stale winds,
Time flows and cleans the mind's dust.
Water flows into vast oceans,
We fall, a lifetime lost to us.

I beg you time, when will my rhymes, grieved from the start, speak of drunk hearts?

An aside. My girlfriend broke up with me on a rainy day. How movie-like.

So why can't I write poems when in love? I feel inspiration through heartbreak. Perhaps I can draw inspiration from the now sweetened memories of loving her. And produce something that can be recited to express what is in the heart, but difficult to put into words other than "I love you".

Wavering Days

The breeze it sighs your name
All sounds they do the same.
In orange orchard fragrant bliss
It is you for whom my heart miss.

I waver through morning mist
As spry as your loving kiss.
Time puts heartbreak to slumber
But this morn' in drunken sunder.