In the whispers of the heart's soft plea,
"Do you have someone you like?" it asks of me.
A tender query that stirs the air,
Yearning for love, a wish to share.

"Can I ask permission to like you?"
A gentle request, sincere and true.
In the canvas of feelings yet to explore,
A budding affection, seeking to adore.

With fragile hopes and dreams in flight,
Emotions dance in the veils of night.
Permission sought, in earnest, pure,
A sentiment budding, shyly demure.