“Shh, don’t get caught.” I tip-toed as I crept behind a tree to watch Momo. Momo, who is currently reading a book while sitting on a bench facing the river, is my one and only true love. Momo never seemed to notice me, though. I would always creep behind Momo, watch her from afar. Because that’s all I could ever do.

Your round expressive eyes

I would always stare at Momo like I will never see her again; appreciating each and every part of her

Red and luscious lips

Oh, how much I long to taste her lips

Long and silky hair

The inviting smell of Momo’s hair

Skin I long to touch 

I envy the sun for it always touches her skin

But I will be the moon

Your moon

I will be watching you every night from afar

And the sad thing is

I can never touch you 

I will always be here

In my place

Far from you