If only…

My submission:

I request

Your permission;

Then, only

My heart

I trust

Love’s fruition.

Oh, my muse, if only you knew…

Would a part of you kinda want my adoration of you, even the naughty thoughts of my nature?

(Funny thing, his she is not me, but god I fantasize our conversation like he was my untouchable friend, lol. It’s like I’m secretly practicing talking, ok so it’s still in my head, but there’s a “someday” goal to watch him face-to-face again…innocent, of course, me watching him playing masterfully;)