If you ask, "Do I have a part in your things, your life?"
Yes, I would say,
From a distance, though closer to your heart.
How, then, will you enquire?
By imagining your writings, my soul gets inspired.

"Pen that I hold," I would continue my essay,
Respiring as I write about you and the whispering thoughts it spills—
The ones I want to say.

If you ask me furthermore
About the things that you are not sure of,
Uncertainty is my answer,
My dismay.
Yet I am determined to solve the quest.
If we pulse it together,
That would be best.

I don't want your presence all the time—
Just a little essence,
Here and there, sometime.

If you affirm, then I would ask the three-word question
That defines the bond—the Cupid's play.
Whatsoever your answer may be,
I will obey.