Love Poem: My Dead Lover

My Dead Lover

So compared to prison break 
and freedom attained otherwise
regardless of its narrow ways 
walls remain absent.
so compared to wonderful paintings
the beautiful face of my lover portrayed with passion
and my mind submitting to appreciations.
did i suffer for none or my feelings were 
betrayed by a lover instead?
gone,all done, suicide claimed when it came 
to my lover's head now she remains 
in my head a lover but dead
so i submit to this pain.