Ode on Anger

A mild agony on your pretty face,

Your dishonor is my love's disgrace.

I always try not to raise your anger,

And invite my own danger.

You slept starving and so did I,

Foolishly I mistake but both we cry.

You're sleeping now but cannot I,

Without you, each moment I feel like I die.

None is awaken now, else a few,

It's so hard to breath without you.

Noticing me a star, declared and vanish'

"Your day will start with her wish".