A structured poem to state the things I feel?

Ballades are nice, but somehow sound unreal,

So out here on the icy ground I kneel

and raise my pen.

If sonnets cannot hold me in the night

How can a sapphic ode turn things aright?

Upon my page you lie, in virgin white

The words ask: when?

And what of sagas, virelais and such?

They cannot recreate your lover's touch,

Yet here I am, a pencil in my clutch

to try again.

Perhaps a simple prayer will say much more,

Abandon rhyme, forget the metaphor?

And tell you, as I knock on Heaven's door,

Please say Amen.