May I?
May I ask
you
If you
would give me the permission
To make
you happy?
I don't
wish to promise you
That I
won't fight with you
Nor do I
want you to promise me
That you
will get me
The stars
or the moon
But I do
want to assure you
That I
will sit beside you
While you
watch the crescent moon
On a
clear starlit night.
I don't
wish to be
The
damsel in distress
Nor do I
want you to be
The
knight in the shining armour
But I do
want to irritate you with
My inane
stupidities
And
secretly love it
While you
will roll your eyes
As you
sit me down
To tell
me to think rationally
Rather
than emotionally.
I don't
wish to go all out
To please
you
Nor do I
want you
To go
beyond your means
To buy me
happiness
But I do
want to
Share a cosy
corner with you
Where I
can read my books in peace
While you
cook your favourite
White
sauce pasta for dinner.
I don't
wish to ask you
Only
existential questions
Nor do I
want you to serenade me
With classical
jazz
But I do
want to give you
Handwritten
notes saying sweet nothings
While you
sing for me something cheesy
On your
out-of-tune guitar.
I don't
wish to lecture you
As you
make the same mistake
For the
nth time
Nor do I
want you to tell me off
For
trusting some certified snakes
But I do
want to hear you rant
As you
get over your guilt
While you
lend me your shoulders
To cry
on.
I don't
wish us to live a
Hashtag
social media life
But I do
want us to live through
The
various ups and downs
Celebrating
the successes
Mourning
the losses
Together.
So, I ask you again
Would you
give me the permission
To make
you happy?
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