I can wait forever, if forever is the price— for the quiet of your footsteps or the warmth behind your eyes. Time can circle ‘round me, slow its river to a crawl; still I’ll stand beside the doorway, still I’ll listen for your call. Seasons may unravel, letting petals fall like rain; years may fold into each other, yet my hope will not grow thin. For love is not a moment— not a spark that fades to night; it’s a lantern on the hillside that outshines the loss of light. So take your time, my dear one; take all the days you need. I can wait forever— for your heart to turn to me