Analysis of O,my lady please return.

O,my lady please return.

My bed room is gloomy.
My heart is burdened.
All the articles,standing
as if they are all shocked
and due to utter shock,
they have become standstill.

The fireflies are trying to,
moke the patches of dark,
with their generated lights.
The soft breeze is sighing,
with whizzing sound.

My soft bed turned into,
as hard as stone.
The moon is peeping,  
through my window,curiously.

O,my lady make a bridge,
between our gape,
and turn this stony bed,
into bed of roses.