I Know this isn't exactly a poem but it's short, and I thought someone might like it, feedback appreciated...thanks

I can't sleep anymore, I'm scared I'll see her in my dreams again.
How could such a beautiful face be so haunting.
There was a time when that very face sent waves of euphoria through my body.
It's mere sight made the air I breathed fresher, and the sun in which i bathed brighter.
Her bright blue eyes and saphier lips even made my meager life seem fulfilling.  
Alas these enhancements are a fleeting memory in the back of my mind, for faces of a ghost hold no enchantment.
Now that angelic face entices only fear and regret to swirl through my mind, only to be replaced with sorrow and shame.
The day we meet are fates were intwined, another reason I felt guilty of the crime.
When I saw that beautiful face I knew I would never escape.
The crime I comited was one of love.
For I loved her deeply, and to her a heart to take was mine.  
How could I know that it was my love that would kill her.
She had left behind an ex-fiance that was bitter.
When I was at work, he thought he'd get even, decided to hit her.
But he went to far, and decided if he could not have her, he would be better off dead.
Tragicaly he didn't want to go without her.
So now you know the crime of which I am guilty.
The reason I can not sleep, and fear the sight of her haunting face.  
My love had killed her, but this vicious love was not done, it had taken another victim.
This cruel virus suffocated my spirit, and set my heart on fire... left me alone and tired.