In my heart I still  yearn for his gaze

In my heart I still  yearn for his gaze
In which I   lived, felt real and was engaged
Critical,  he did not always praise.
In my soul I still  desire his gaze
Driving through  bright summer  fields  all day
Flowers exquisite   yanked me from my page
In my heart I still  yearn for his gaze
In which I   lived, felt real , and  was engaged