Things Better Left In Paper

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Will the thrones punish me upon hearing my selfish woes of yearning?
My woes to be the only one you'd truly see,
to be the one you'd steal glances at,
to be the subject of your pieces,
the one whose eyes you think of every time you see the stars twinkle,
who creeps its way into your thoughts,
be it night or day making my existence known, my presence you crave?
Am I too selfish if I wish for that?
I merely wish for you, is it too much of an ask?
Am I too evil, undeserving, hideous?
But even then I'd accept it;
Whatever punishment may come as long as I can be close to you,
as long as I can hear your voice, feel your breath and touch,
see even the smallest changes in your expressions.
Anything and everything for you, my beloved.