Love poems speak of red roses,
of those damned blue violets too.
Yet they fail to mention -
violets are violet, not blue.
Of course you are dazzling,
of course you make me forget the rest.
But I'll never have you for myself,
or with your kiss be blessed.
So this is not a love poem,
as love is a two-way thing -
And I will always just be
the Yang-less lonely Yin.
In my experience, poems with titles like this one generally are love poems (and I don't exclude my own). Can't wait for you to get some more inspiration.