His heart always knew she would be worth the wait,
But his patience, like autumn leaves, began to fade,
Each moment stretched, a thread unwound,
In the tapestry of time, where love is found.
Through seasons' turn, he held the flame,
A whispered hope, a cherished name,
Yet doubts, like shadows, crept at night,
His dreams of her still burning bright.
In twilight hours, beneath the moon's soft glow,
He wondered if she'd ever know,
The silent prayers, the longing gaze,
The endless nights, the wistful days.
But fate, with gentle hands, entwined their paths,
And in that moment, all the waiting passed,
Her eyes met his, a story told,
In a love so deep, so pure, so bold.
For in the end, his heart was right,
She was worth the wait, the endless fight,
A love that time itself could not erase,
Two souls as one, in a warm embrace.
