Set of conditions

What if 

I am a lover manqué, 

what if 

I am a loser,

your 

musk is in my breath, 

your 

love is in my heart. 

What if 

I am a lover manqué 

And 

what if 

I am a loser, 

you 

always stay with me 

like an adorable sprit 

from whom 

I never want disengagement 

I schmooze 

with you 

with my own accord, 

I stroke 

your silky hair 

with my own cherish, 

I hold you, 

I love you 

with 

my own set of conditions.