What is that sign of love that tells me when

A friendship or a crush is something more?

How can I know what life may have in store

When all the clues must lie beyond my ken?

How much happiness is love? And then -

How much longer must it be endured before

I recognize that strange and distant shore,

Beyond which I won't have to ask again?

I do not know, but trust that, when I do,

The answer will surround me like old fields

On which the things I hunger for will grow.

For now I share the mystery with you,

Waiting for what young affection yields,

And for the time when both of us will know.