We met a long time ago,
At a time when I felt so low.
I wonder now, what shall we become?
Shall we stay as two; become one?

We love each other true,
Will we become one; remain as two?
Losing you would be the end,
Maybe we will only be friends.

Right now I don’t know what we’ll become,
Maybe two, but I’m hoping one.
But I’ll be happy in the end,
Even if we remain, only friends.

©Janice Jarnagin
June 2001