The Object-Poem writing practice a la Dreamreich Style

Here is explained what the thought is behind writing a poem about a random object. Perhaps my attempt explains it better.

You know those locks on railings and bridges that are often symbolizing the love of a couple?  See them below:

I chose this one to write a poem about:

My observations and thoughts:

• Anton <3 Pirjo 11082010
• interesting names
• Text is in cursive (and it is elegant)
• Anton's name is before the lady's (manners...) 
• Anton has a more "exotic" ring to it than Pirjo, less oldfashioned?
• The text is etched into the lock (not written on it with a pen)
• The part of the lock is rusty where it is attached to the bridge, the part where their names are looks new
• A large (normal) lock
• Gold
• Cleanly attached to the bridge
• A cute heart-symbol

Giving my love

I saw you
                and I wanted to have you.
I vowed to show you that every day,
                                                          every second.

I knew that
                you were not a classical beauty.
Yet you were the most beautiful of all,
                                                           to me.

I got you
              to go finally out with me.
And we both had the best time ever,
                                                       I thought.

I love you,
                 I told you every single day.
You just always smiled adoringly back at me,
                                                                     staying quiet.

You were it,
                    the perfect one, made for me.
You were the one I couldn't get enough of,
                                                                never would.

I didn't understand
                              that love should be a twosome.
You were flattered and alone, not in love,
                                                                just flattered.

I tried hard,
                   to create a relationship, a love-story.
But trying hard wasn't enough, without reciprocated feelings,
                                                                           it's emptiness.

You left me
                    to go out with someone else.
 I was stranded, alone and sad but hadn't
                                                               lost hope.

I met her
              at the bridge, a year later.
She was weeping, in desperate need of comfort,
                                                                            from me.

A year later
                   we married in a church nearby.
I vowed to always stay by her side,
                                                       and so did she.

So did she.
                  So she and I,
we became a we.
                  Unlike you and me.

... I have no idea why the poem turned out to be so sad for the couple with the lock. Perhaps because the name of the man came first and it was a bit rusted? It was just the direction I was going to.