I don't want to be kissed by your lips,
I want to be touched by the look in your eyes.
I want to be devoured by look of lust and longing you hold as if we're the only ones in the room, and only I can see it.
Give me a bold romantic gesture with sincerity that holds a social risk if the elders finding out.
I'll scent my letters in my favorite stationary and you'll keep them in a draw by your bed.
Take me on long walks in the garden where we'll pass the same flower bushes four times so you can steal more time with me.
Your arm will be wrapped in mine and never linger further. You'll dream about kissing my rose lips but you wouldn't dare without my fathers permission.

I want a common day courting where you love me with a passion.