The Desire

I wonder, I stare,

Needless urge to be aware.

I want my desire,

Not only to remain as desire,

Rather want to be kissed,

With a heart full of bliss.

Meandering here and there,

With profound emotions,

In the bosom of my heart,

That one touch for which I crave apart.

A cloud full of smoke,

Arose here with ineffable hopes.

Rip me off if you want,

Signifying to be an object of taunt.

Tranquilize my storm,

As I know it will turn into an unknown scorn.

This is what I ask thee,

With an endeavor full of glee.

Look not at my cravings,

But believe on my sayings.

True in its approach,

Leading as it rose,

Holding before you this solemn promise,

I surrender forth my desire to be the longish.