Sonnet-To A Loving Student

I wish to kiss those lips of rosy hue And cheeks that blush, whenever shy she feels; I wish to see the flow'ry face with dew, And watch her footsteps without any heels. Big-made she is but always full of cheer; Of nature calm withdrawn and shiny eyes; Oh, when she cried, how rapid came her tear! She is my loving student, one that's nice. I see her happy face that now and then Turns sad when she finds that I’m not out there; She loves to hear the poems that I pen And gallops off in silence like a mare! To her, I am a Teacher, loved and dear; To me, she is a soul who can't be near!