You Poem I Cannot Write

My first shot at a Triolet. :)

Oh, you poem I cannot write,

I miss the time you were born of:

Beached seagulls blessed to be in flight 

Oh, you poem I cannot write,

You've been killed by my heart's foresight;

For since then I've felt no true love

Oh, you poem I cannot write,

I miss the time you were born of.