You’ve painted your heart with shades of rain and sorrow,  
A canvas so full of ache, I can hardly borrow  
The words to speak, yet still, I stand by your side,  
Wading through the currents where all our doubts collide.  

You say “maybe,” and I feel that hesitation deep,  
But I’m here, my love, to carry you through the steep.  
The rain falls for you, and I wish I could hold the storm,  
To shelter you from the cold, to keep you safe and warm.  

I’ve seen your fears, your losses—pieces of you strewn  
In fragments like puzzle pieces scattered beneath the moon.  
But love, I’ll pick them up, one by one, though we can't fix  
What time’s erased, or what hurts beneath the mix.  

You fear that maybe love's not made to last,  
But let me tell you, my dear, we have more than the past.  
Though we can’t control the threads fate might weave,  
I’ll stand with you, holding you, even when you grieve.  

If I must be the light in your rain-soaked night,  
I’ll be here, to make the darkness feel a little less tight.  
Maybe I can’t promise forever, or change the course of time,  
But with every step I take, I'll make you feel you’re mine.  

Even if we can’t remember what we once knew,  
I’ll love you, and in that love, we’ll make something new.  
For the second chance in February is not too far,  
It’s the present we hold, as we both heal our scars.  

So if your heart breaks into pieces again,  
Know I’ll be here, putting you back together, again and again.  
With each “maybe” and each “I don’t know,”  
I’ll show you we’ve got time, more than we’ll ever know.