i want to tangle your
neatly arranged life—
in the most beautiful chaos.

I want to be the corner of a scarf,
wiping away the sweat
from your tired brow.

I want to be the hand
that gently tucks in your scattered hair
across your forehead.

I want to be the reason—
you’re interrupted mid-work,
just a little annoyed,
But smiling still.

At the end of your exhausting day,
I want to be the peaceful sleep
that holds you close.

I want to be the reason
a smile blossoms on your lips,
even in the depths of your sorrow.

I want to be the beloved one—
in your love-soaked evenings.

Will you,
be my lover?