A Lover's Repentance

Through my palette of dreams
I drew a masterpiece of love's art;
Alas! my heart resonated with the screams
Of agony which love brings when it goes apart.
Now i think what is love to me?
And why it took me so deep?
For,of all the things that we see,
Dreams, they are true till one is asleep.
I had plunged myself into an abyss
Of whose end,it cannot be seen.
And of all the things that now I miss;
Mostly is the person that i had been.
When a heart cannot hear
What a heart wants to say.
What heart can ever bear
That pain which it has to pay.