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|What is the sign of love that
tells me when
A friendship and a crush are something more?
How can I know what life may have in store
When all the clues must lie beyond my ken?
How much happiness is love? And then
How much and long must it endure before
I recognize that strange and distant shore
Beyond which I won't have to ask again?
I do not know, but trust that when I do
The answer will surround me like old fields
On which the things I hunger for will grow.
For now I share the mystery with you,
Waiting for what young affection yields,
And for the time when both of us will know.