Sonnet 1

Shine my little star, you hurl me into the apt road
O, my dry wick, you brought back the fire
Taking my hands, you alleviate my load
Having you annihilated the worry; who'd tend to my cries.

But why my tiny star? Your shimmer is quivering,
Here from afar your warmth is no more
You refuse to touch me, look! I'm trembling.
O! my awe is it? Has my star shut his door?

O look at the height, you did shoved me to the top
It is attention that I'm fed with, for I am shining with my might
But how sudden! you had fled, alas for now came my drop
Not having you in sight blurred the answer if there'll ever be light


Please do not eradicate the fire out, hear my plea
for a triangle would lose its angle if ever I meet your flee.