Hold my hand,
I need to feel that touch,
Feel the aroma of your presence,
The essence of your charm,
Your whole being as such.
Every inch of you,
Your body
Your soul,
Offers me my niche,
Infatuation or love,
I don’t know,
But infatuations don’t last this long
As this feeling had.
Talk to me,
Say my name,
Two minutes are not much,
Sit by my side,
Hold my hand,
I need to feel that touch.
Aakarshit 