I was looked deep for months of while

Even chilled by oozing charming smile

Given overflowing attention of wile

Towards infinite angles of tile

In all these visits of angelic choir

A fragile reply of anointed tire

Afraid thought of used lire

For it owns vast number of wire

Now, it stops staring bizarre

Sees me stranger as its Czar

Realizing I once loved this struggling star

Lamenting the lose of dreamed Qatar