The Unspoken Promise
Waiting for Love’s Arrival
In the quiet hours of dusk and dawn,
A gentle heart awaits, love’s sweet song.
The promise unspoken, yet deeply felt,
In the realm of longing, where hearts are knelt.
With each passing day, and every night,
His patient soul seeks love’s soft light,
Through the ebb and flow of life’s endless tide,
The unspoken promise, his heart shall not hide.
In the starlit sky, he finds his guide,
A beacon of hope, where dreams coincide,
For in the universe’s grand design,
Love’s arrival is but a matter of time.
He watches as seasons come and go,
In the whispers of wind, love’s secrets sow,
The unspoken promise, like a silent vow,
In the stillness of waiting, he finds his how.
A gentle smile, a tender touch,
Love’s arrival, he yearns for so much,
In the chambers of his patient heart,
The unspoken promise, where love shall start.
Though the road is long, and the nights are cold,
His faith in love, it never grows old,
For he knows deep within his soul,
The unspoken promise shall make him whole.
And when love finally knocks at his door,
He’ll embrace it with a heart full of awe,
For the beauty of waiting, the grace of the quest,
The unspoken promise, in love’s arms, he’ll rest.
So he continues to wait, with hope anew,
In the stillness of time, his love he’ll pursue,
For the unspoken promise, a love so divine,
In patience and faith, his heart will entwine.
