Child

Eyes like lumps of lifeless coal, a memory failing while speech is slow.

Facial features beginning...

Oh! Thy name of love is child, You never show you’re wild, Every one of you borne innocent
Later...

I see your face to start my day, you make all my bad dreams go away. In the long run will she stay or will...

Griping and complaining how does that really help?
If you would just tell us exactly how you felt....