SO CLOSE YET SO FAR

I have loved you the way a poor child loves luxuries. I have watched you with the look of want and desire the way that a poor child looks at an expensive toy from the window of a famous toy shop. Not from a distance. Just on the other side of a glass window. So close yet so far... A glass...that's all there is between them, a glass for all ordinary people...but for the poor child and the toy its a distance that can not be overcome even in all years of the poor child's life. A difference created by class and standards only to tell the poor child where he belongs and from where he cant go any further. 
A distance separated by just a glass...so close yet so far...
I have loved you like that. Mixed with want and deprivation. Wanting you, deprived of you. A toy that the poor child loves all his childhood, craves through out his youth, works for as an adult and is left with regret of never being able to have it once he grows old. The toy on the other side, knowing the love of the poor child wants to go to him. If it could get up and go, it would have done it long ago...the day it saw the eyes of the poor child fall on him with love and craving...the toy knows who will value it; those who can afford it but throw away soon once its work of entertainment is done...or the one who cant afford it but craves for it, will love it as his most prized possession for always. That's the love of a poor child and an expensive toy. That's love of dream and value. That's the love desire and want. That's love of me and you...in our own separate ways... Although in my case, I don't know who is the poor child and who is toy...you or me? Who wants the other more? Who deserves better? And who will be wandering the streets with nothing tomorrow and who will be given in wrong hands...

Me