They say love blooms in youthful days,
like sunlight breaking through a haze.
But what if clouds linger, skies stay gray,
and love feels distant, far away?
The world paints pictures, perfect, bright,
of hearts alight on starry nights.
But what they miss, what they don't see,
is love can wait, and so can we.
No ticking clocks, no hurried pace,
no race to find that fleeting face.
For love that's true won't pass you by,
it waits, it grows, it learns to fly.
So hold your heart, let time unfold,
your worth is not in hands to hold.
You're whole, you're vast, a world of stars,
with or without love's fleeting scars.
One day, the winds will shift, you'll see,
a love that's strong, as deep as the sea.
Until that day, just let life start,
and cherish the love within your heart.
