Wish you were here

In the morning I wake up

And I raise my weary head

There goes another year

Ice cold coffee in my cup

Emptiness reigns in my bed

And I wish that you were here

Days are passing, one by one

Summer fades and in comes fall

Skies are dark, no longer clear

Blue and green, they have long gone

Muted now is songbirds call

I so wish that you were here

Time goes on and so does life

I get older by the day

In my heart the same old fear

Cold wind cuts me like a knife

I suppose I'll find a way

But I still wish that you were here

I wonder why it's so easy to write some cheesy love poem and so difficult to write about something meaningful?