May I?

May I kiss

the tips of your fingers?

And admire

the way you walk?

May I shower

You with love?

As it

comes from my heart.

May I become

your hair?


to touch your skin.

May I be

your eyelashes?

To become

the veil to your soul.

May I love


Even as

 WE grow old.

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