Bubble bees

Two things:

1. I got something against bubbles I keep thinking of them
2. I got an inspiration back.

I'm a writer, fiction, poetry, novels, of everything, you get the idea...funny I couldn't write poems anymore until yesterday that inspiration did hit me...literally. What I wrote? This:

There are lots of bubbles
floating over the sky
Makes my heart rumbles
makes my soul fly.
One of them dropped suddenly
I concerned and ran
She couldn't be lonely
won't be able to survive.
She fell so fast
my hand missed a skip
the bubble died at last
made my heart rip.
Why was I sad?
It wasn't alive
I felt so mad
it was so my desire.
The drops evaporated
and then I realized
the drops transformed
into a newly life.
How happy I felt
I still can't explain
but it felt so well
I remember it everyday.

Writting english poetry is harder for me because grammar and all that but still... I kind of feel so...um..."romantic"...yeah that word works for me now...even if I don't feel like it.