Bad Poetry Time Again!

Okay, so I haven't written down a piece of crap poetry in some time, so now, in the grand tradition of the Vogons, here it is, with my utmost humble apologies:

Lost.
Gone are the jets of flame that glistened under the sun.
Gone are
the brilliant blue orbs that captivated my attentions.
Gone are the radiant
gleams of mirthful looks.
No more shall I be able to drink in your
intoxicating beauty.
Winter has come to my soul,
and with it comes
dispair.