The sun glowed on us when our paths first crossed,
Far from home we grew close, closer still;
Laughter filled our days, and moonlight our walks,
As we talked amidst an October chill.
But quickly new feelings came into view.
Is our friendship becoming something more?
Your confusing words are not the old you,
In your eyes—is that a glint of amour?
I wish your true feelings you would express;
I silently debate mine when alone.
Mixed signals abound, and “us” I *****:
Is it friendship? Or have your feelings grown?
I will be here as you figure it out,
Platonic or beyond, I'd love no doubt.