Hoping For Just Beautiful

Our friendship has stood the test of time.

We were a melody before we knew there was rhyme.

As far back as I can remember things I used to do,

In some way or another, you were always there, too.

I remember the warmth of my body's first blush,

And a peck on the lips that became a lifelong crush,

And now that I'm old enough to know the feel of a man,

I know in my heart, you are part of God's plan.

They say that friends shouldn't cross that line,

That it destroys the friendship, breaking the ties that bind,

But, I don't want to hear that. I'm hoping for just beautiful.

Hoping our love will be the exception, and not the standing rule.

I'm praying that the fantasy doesn't lead my heart to break,

And that our love will be just beautiful, and not a beautiful mistake.