The child

Every first glimpse
feels like a child at recess
rushing up the lawn
greeting the mum he misses

Those emeralds of sight
those pearls of white
I continue to yearn
In heart I listen

Not to own
Burning inside
From distanced zone
smiling wide

Like a morning flower
missing the sun's touch
Trying to reach higher
Alas, only dare watch

Of dozens I love
In love with one
To seal a sin
kept deep within