If I may be so blunt,
Being in one's company
is to be an inconvenience–
And I beg of you to indulge me so.

In softer words:

Humans were made to love–
To hug tightly,
To hold hands,
To laugh too loud,
To stumble over ourselves,
And to cry heavily.

How could you possibly do any of that alone?

Let me hold you as we were intended.
Ask of me all that you desire,
and watch as I never loosen my grip.