...Maybe, Now...
If I love you now
will you love me then?
If I trust your soul
can I call you friend?
If I make the move
If I cross the bridge
If I give the space
for us to live
and give a home
for you to stay
inside the space
beyond my face
Will I soon find myself
unerased?
If I force no rush
If you feel no flush
If I let violets bloom
in this yellow room
If I string beads of blue
as I think of you
Maybe, Now
its time to mend
as I consider
calling you friend...