This is not a love poem

Don’t take this as a love poem.
I do not care to relive moments.
Like when i saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.
I will never write a love poem for you again.
Like when we sheltered from the spring rain
Below a maple tree in olive greens
And the colour of its leaves
Were the exact colour of your eyes.
I am finished with silly love poems
And will never mention again
How i stop when i hear a laugh 
exactly like yours.
Or see a woman from behind
And her hair is burnished gold
Just like yours.
I am now quiet over you.
I hardly ever think of you anymore.
Except perhaps in springtime
But then i should never think of springtime
For that would surely
break my heart in two.