It would be so easy
to slide under that boundary line.
I would be so happy
if I could ever, make you mine.
When we touched
we could hesitate to move.
When we hugged
I would meld perfectly, into your groove.
With a whisper into your ear,
you would want to hold me quite near
But there is something that withholds us.
Is it fear? I am not quite clear
Maybe it is the fact,
that someday you will leave, and so will I,
but that neither one of us will cry
because people always seem to leave,
they always seem quick to say goodbye
So come now,
while our time is not yet up,
cross that line.
Ill become yours,
if you become mine.