Is it too much to ask?

Is it too much to ask,

"May I hold your hand?",

Why fear their judgmental glance,

When our love is so grand?

I care not for their eyes,

My world revolves around you,

In your presence, my pain dies,

My devotion to you, true.

With you, I find solace,

In your eyes, my sanctuary,

The world fades, no need to chase,

In your gaze, I'm honorary.

So, permit me one more plea,

May I savor your lip gloss taste?

Or breathe in your hair's fragrance sweet,

In your love, I find eternal grace.

If fate allowed me the chance,

I'd whisk you away, oh so kind,

To a place of love's dance,

For you, in my heart, I've enshrined.