Beneath the Surface of Time

Love that can wait, a patient flame it bears,

In the depths of hearts, serene and still.

It knows no rush, no urgency in its course,

But steadfastly endures, against all will.

It lingers in the silence between parted souls,

A whisper carried on the wings of time.

It waits for distance to be bridged,

For destiny's hand to intertwine.

Love that can wait, a beacon in the night,

Guiding hearts through the darkest hour.

It perseveres through trials and trials,

With an unwavering strength, it does not cower.

It knows the art of patience, the art of trust,

As it weaves its threads through the tapestry of fate.

For love that can wait, knows the worth,

Of a love that is steadfast, pure, and great.

It may be tested, by life's tempestuous storm,

But it stands resilient, unwavering in its grace.

It whispers softly, "I am here, I'll wait,"

With a love that transcends time and space.

For love that can wait, is not bound by days,

Nor shackled to the whims of passing years.

It understands the depths of connection,

And holds onto hope, banishing all fears.

So let it be known, in this vast universe,

Love that can wait, possesses a rare power.

For it believes in the magic of destiny,

And cherishes the waiting, hour by hour.

For love that can wait, blooms even stronger,

As it nurtures and grows, with patience as its guide.

It knows that love, when the time is right,

Will reunite and flourish, side by side.

And so, love that can wait, persists with grace,

An eternal flame that burns in tender hearts.

For it knows that true love is worth the wait,

And in the end, it's a love that never departs.