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For You I'll Wait

Nov 21, 2024
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By Sarthak Bharti


In the hush of my longing, a promise roars near,

A heart once tender, now weathered, but love's inferno doesn't disappear, 

With every beat, an orchestration of hope, in fiercely patient grace, 

For you I'll stand sentinel, in this sacred, timeless space. 


Though scars of the past linger, love's luminescence blazes bright, 

For you I'll wait, through scorching days and darkest nights,

In the crucible of anticipation, our love takes flight, 

For in the tapestry of life, our love will ignite.

 

In the echoes of each heartbeat, a symphony of our love resounds, 

In the silence, a promise unspoken, our love knows no bounds, 

A love like supernovas, erupting across the sky,

In the embrace of your soul, our destinies entwine, soaring high.


In the stillness of the night, I'll hold a space,

For the love that's meant to find its place, 

In the quiet expanse of waiting, I'll cherish you every day,

In the whispers of patience, our love will find its way. 


For you, I'll wait, in the depths of my soul, your love I keep, 

A flame that burns eternal, in love's embrace, so deep, 

And when our spirits finally intertwine, in the dance of fate's design, 

Our love transcending all, an enchanting, timeless shrine. 


So in the quiet expanse of waiting, I'll cherish you every day,

In the whispers of patience, our love will find its way,

For you, I'll wait with a love pure, deep and true, 

A love that transcends time, a love eternity knew.


By Sarthak Bharti


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