Friends or Lovers
(A Villanelle)
by Nancy Ness

Throughout our lives we're ever dreaming of
The day we'll find that perfect sweet caress.
How shall we know when friendship's really love?

A quest for raptured hearts the conduit of
Life's bask in yearning throngs of WistfulNess.
Forever seems our lifelong dreams are of

The hope we may imbue our hearts thereof
With exultation, but we shan't unless
We recognize when friendship's turned to love.

When all emotions fit like hand in glove
It may just be - 'Tis serendipitous.
Those things in life we're ever dreaming of

As rhapsody's sung on the wing of dove
And, one to each, our promise we profess
How do we know this friendship's really love?

Whence we have placed our faith in Hands above
Each ray of sun bestows SagaciousNess
No longer things we're only dreaming of
We'll surely know when friendship's one with love.