...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

...it must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul...

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...