The Golden Child

I cannot take my eyes off him
The golden child
He runs to bring glory to his own
He sets them free with his side

I cannot meet his eyes at all
The golden child
They are bright, blue, and more pure than mine
With the essence of laughter

I cannot move my eyes away
The golden child
Even the sun glorifies his head 
With a halo of sunlight

He cannot know my eyes are his
The golden child
For I am hidden under pretence
The pretence that is the truth