The Final Proposal Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Okay I agree, I bow to your soliloquy.
I give up the desire,
To touch, smell, feel, squeeze, hold and behold,
Your self in my desolate hold.
For once hold me, do to me what you desire,
What your mind holds in tis deepest fire.
One single event is all I seek,
Of your choice, mood and minds flight of sheep,
Do it, do not dither, I do not know my love,
How long I have to pine and wither,
Let me also have the feel of a tomb stone,
To rest in peace, in the bosom of your own.