My love turned out to be a Vulcan

I thought I met the perfect man
Who was nice n subtle n smart; with elan
who read n wrote n had nice, big hands

We held n touched n kissed n sang
We named n dreamt n had big plans
Then one day he left, in Jan

Nothing was said, much less written
In an email penned in brazen fashion
That it's over; this is it
I've a "bad feeling", so let's just split

I was hurt, surprised n in shock I cried,
I gave it thought n then replied
Reasons and detail in plenty supplied
But it wasn't for me to decide

Then one day I had a dream
Of posiedons, deep valleys and a stream
I woke up with a wand, mighty n supreme
that was left for me, it seems
to find ANY answer; a power beseem!

As conditioned, I waved the wand
and thought of memories fond
wondering how the magic would respond;
and then suddenly in me, it dawned --

It's neither my fault nor his
that our relationship lost all fizz
You see, he wasn't a regular human
My love turned out to be a Vulcan

Note:
This is the result of an age old poetry exercise -- pick 5/7/9 random words and write a poem in 10/15/20 minutes. My 7 random words were:

hands, stream, vulcan, magic, fizz, January, brazen

I know parts of it are pretty weak and there is no real structure or form, but I doubt if I'll ever get back to it in 'drafts'; so I decided to post it anyway. Keep them comments/emails coming. Better still, try it out and share your creative outburst :)

PS: Some kind of bulk comment spam for backlinking seemed to have got through my comments moderation section in the past weeks. I got it sorted out with Blogger support. Sorry about the adult hyperlinks the comments had left (in case you noticed). It's gone now and shouldn't happen again.