The document is a series of stanzas where the speaker expresses that they will not mind various rejections or exclusions from the person being addressed, but requests to at least be allowed small experiences related to that person, such as sitting outside listening to their party, watching them ride by, collecting leftover food, saying their name, feeling their shadow, sketching their contours, feeling the winds that kissed them, and listening to their heartbeat. The speaker expresses a deep longing for any connection to or memory of the person, no matter how small.

1. BUT AT LEAST ALLOW ME
I won't mind it at all if you didn’t allow me inside with you; when you went to attend
the glamorous party,
But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps; engross myself rhapsodically in your
faint tunes; that nimbly floated in the atmosphere.
I won't mind it at all if you didn’t offer me a ride behind your flamboyant bike;
zipped ahead like an untamed tornado without slackening your speed or respite,
But at least allow me to watch you from my window; pray for you relentlessly to
God; asking him to wade off the tiniest of evil that might be transgress
viciously across your persona.
I won't mind it at all if you didn’t invite me for dinner; when infact you had called
even the most bedraggled of beggars to attend the bombastic fiesta,
But at least allow me to collect the left over’s of your food; cherish and enjoy your
ethereal essence for times immemorial.
I won't mind it at all if you didn’t speak my name even once in your entire lifetime;
remained profusely lost and captivated in wholesomely surreal fantasy of your own,
But at least allow me to chant yours till the time I died; overwhelmingly remember
your fabulous countenance till I inhaled my last breath.
I won't mind it at all if you miserably failed to recognize me even when I passed at
whisker lengths from your body; made an insurmountably scornful face;
shrugging your nose in disdain towards open space,
But at least allow me to keep a blurred photograph of yours close to my heart;
perceive you in the most stupendous forms possible every unleashing minute of
the sweltering day.
I won't mind it at all if you spat ruthlessly on my face; kicked me in my rear like a
football; trying to hurl me in a hurry towards my ultimate place in the heavens,
But at least allow me to admire the sweat that trickled prolifically from your nape; in
your ominous attempts to make me disappear forever from this planet.
I won't mind it at all if you turned your back in dreariness as soon as you saw me;
instead talked to unprecedented limits with the other man who was perpetually blind,
But at least allow me to caress your mesmerizing and fleeting shadow; which lingered
transiently for a while; and then thoroughly lost itself in the granules of earth.
I won't mind it at all if you charred my bones to inconspicuous raw ash; punctured
my robust body with a flurry of pugnaciously hostile bullets,
But at least allow me to sketch your enchanting contours on slippery sea soil; savor
your incredulously glorious memories all my life.

2. I won't mind it at all if you barbarically blinded me; piercing my intricate eyeballs with
gleaming rods of scarlet fire,
But at least allow me to feel the winds that kissed you while drifting; not only
imparting me with the unsurpassable exuberance to lead the day; but to
audaciously face my entire life.
And I won't mind it at all if you didn’t give me a position in your heart; blowing me
off like an infinitesimal speck of dirt into obsolete oblivion,
But at least allow me to listen to your passionately palpitating beats; which I had an
irrefutable feeling would someday throb only for me; would someday be
always mine .