secretly stealing glimpses 

of her sunshine face

warming his heart 

every sunrise 

she wonders why her eyes 

fixated on him everytime 

she sees him on the verge 

of sunset, alone in bleachers 

she's too far away, he can't reach her 

a star, miles away, he can't grasp for it 

he's contented on a corner, 

admiring and daydreaming 

he's too good to be true 

as if he's a crystal, no, 

she won't touch him

It would only kindle the fire 

opposite worlds, 

dawn until dusks 

this mutual feeling 

yet oppose by 

stacks of poles