It isn't often that I take the chance
And dare my heart to bare,
To ask someone, if perchance,
They would possibly care,
To walk with me beneath the sky,
Beneath the sparkling sun,
And think and speak and wonder,
Perhaps to have some fun;
To ponder life's details,
Its laughs and its mishaps,
To deliberate, maybe debate,
Fill in our missing gaps;
The act of trading back and forth,
The sharing that brings light,
I relish each and every step,
My soul simply takes flight
And yet I stop, I hesitate,
I'm scared each time anew,
What if I'm just not enough?
What else am I to do?
And so, I don't, I don't reach out,
Don't ask for someone's hand;
I am not often brave enough
To try for something grand,
But when I do I'm always glad
That I've faced my fear once more,
For friendship is a brilliant bond
Worth taking chances for!
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