Fever Poem by sakura haruno

Her lips are red,
Her eyes are off to bed.
Her cheeks are a blush.
So why is she in a rush?

She should be in bed,
Laid with a cotton spread.
Steam for breath
Making it seem it's her death

She makes it through the night,
But her two eyes all wide
'what are you staring at? ' I ask
I could see the happyness through her mask

'you made my fever go away'
'WHAA? Come on gal, that dosen't rhyme! '
o_o........