In love's slow bloom, time weaves its thread, Patience blooms where hurried feet dread. Moments linger, hearts softly bend, Through storms and calm, the bond won't end. Like rivers carving stone so true, We wait, we trust, me next to you— In every pause, our story grows, A tender knot no rush opposes.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2025 14:51
- Category: Love
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Where there is patience there is hope and where there is hope there is a way. A lovely write with great metaphor that like stone is slow to wear but water has its way.
Thank you and wise advice
Most welcome
Your poem has a very gentle flow William, this is lovely!
Thank you
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