I meant poetical love is usually like a fight, wherein someone aspire to be with the person he or she is in love with. But numberless barriers (external oe internal) hamper this wish to come true. If everything is ok, it's not a poetry, it's prose of life.
I understood you write about a man who can let you down, give you pain. Not a perfect case you know. But this is what poetry should be about.
If my writing confuses you a bit, let me know and feel free to ask me anything.