...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...