Lost Portraits

I painted portraits of you in my heart till' dark clouds allowed pouring rain to fall washed away paintings hung that fell apart to leave my heart's chamber an empty hall my love for you held portraits that I hung now a darker place with its vacant walls where my love's dust becomes a wormwood dung when love died slowly in pain-filled thralls this chamber, this hall, now a silent place that's shrouded by a darkness of morass when vanished portraits left a lonely space where doors are closed and no one may trespass For all my painted portraits I will weep When I find them in my dreams when I sleep