I would gladly slip into your room, if given half the chance
To reach out and take you by the hand, join you in romance.
I did it once inside a dream before your image slowly faded
into the edges of my fantasy where the area is shaded.
Do I sense an understanding between us?
Something that we both share?
Or do I read too much, into something that isn't there?
Why do these thoughts invade my mind?
We are friends and nothing more.
And why do I feel nervous about knocking on your door?
Confusion reigns inside me, yearnings have made me a slave.
I never dreamed I might want more than one and I just don’t know how to
If I ever reach out to hold you, would you simply just walk away?
Or would you hold your arms out too, meeting me half way?