A writers' block and love

It's a writers' block from hell,
I just don't know what to say,
I've got a million words to write,
But it's taken me all day.

They used to just pour out,
I guess it's different with you,
I used to write ten poems a day,
About the things i've went through.

YOu have left me speechless;
and well, thats to say the least,
You came along with smiles,
and all the bad thinsg ceased.

I guess it's not a bad thing then,
None of my poems are for you and I,
because the moment you arrived,
I stopped writing and i didn't cry