When the Time is Right

I love her in a way that defies the present,

A tenderness rooted in patience and quiet knowing.

Her laughter lingers like sunlight on my skin,

And her voice, a song my heart hums in solitude.

She is not mine—not in the way the world demands—

But in the spaces between moments,

In the truths we share and the silences we honor,

She is everything.

Our bond is a tapestry, woven with threads of trust,

Delicate yet unbreakable.

Her presence is my calm, my refuge,

Even when her hand isn’t in mine.

I wait, not out of desperation,

But with reverence for the timing of the stars.

For now, I love her as she is, as we are,

A love unhurried, deep, and infinite.

And if the day comes when the world aligns,

When the distance narrows and the barriers fade,

I will greet that moment with open arms,

Not as the beginning, but the continuation

Of a story already written in my soul.