Silent Burn

When I err and trigger
her to hurt in anger,
the "Sorry!"s burn in her silent terror,
my stories flop down her upper lip tremor.

Those calm eyes hide a fidgety beat within,
a stray hair drops to her cheek's murmur.

I plead once more,
I plead an hour more.
Off I go sleep in dread,
my heavens in hell, thorns beyond.

There! She sings, 
a fainty old dance,
a smile benign,
lets me crawl up grand.