I'll Wait But Not Endlessly.

If your Heart Ever Turns Toward Mine.

When I look at you, I see the horizon of a future. When you look at me, you see a trusted friend. I feel the fiery hope of something more, while you stand in the calm waters of the present...

I am falling for you... Wholly, with the kind of hope
that imagines mornings shared,
silences understood,
and a future that feels like endless love...

I am open to building this oasis with you, but love, no matter how deep, cannot be a lonesome journey. For this to be real, you must cross the river to meet me halfway...

In my heart, I have already begun
to gather the branches,
to build that nest
in the garden of our love, and what we could be...

I willing to wait for the spring to bloom, but I cannot wait through an endless winter...My heart is not a pause button... If this love cannot be mutual, I must eventually choose myself and sail toward another shore. I am ready for a shared life, not a solitary sanctuary...

But in your eyes,
I remain simply a friend.
A companion on the shore,
while my emotions are already
wading into deeper waters...

I imagine a garden, full of roses and deep,
A place for the promises we could keep.
A nest to build in the midday sun,
Where two lives merge, and truly are one...

But love…
love cannot live alone in one heart.
It cannot grow where it is not met...

I feel a fire that burns in the night.
My love is a river that waits for the sea,
But a river must flow to be free...

So I am willing to wait,
but not endlessly.
Not at the cost of losing myself
in the echo of a feeling
that may never return...

I am watching for the sign,
For your heart to awaken and mirror with mine.
But the heart has a limit, a tide, and a turn,
And I cannot wait while the embers burn down...

A decision only you can choose, to cross the river,
to step beyond friendship,
to meet me where love is asking to begin...

If you cross over, I am wholly yours.
If you stay on the bank, I will find other shores... I am open,
but I am not indefinite...
Hopeful,
but not blind...

Because even the deepest longing
must one day choose dignity,
must one day choose to walk forward
if love does not follow...

The sea is vast,
and life keeps moving...

And though I am falling deeply for you now,
I will rise,
if I must,
and carry my love
to where it can be held...
Carl Nicolas.