Years have passed, seasons have changed,
And change might have greeted you too,
Yet I still stand through the rain and snow,
Waiting, to be loved by you.
You said that you weren't sure,
that you hadn't made up your mind.
These simple words left a mark on my heart,
Yet I pretended to be fine.
You say that you're unsure,
hoping to find someone better than me.
While here I am, spending my nights awake,
thinking of what we could be.
I know I'm not the man you imagined,
not the man from one of your books,
not the man who's strong and protective,
not the man who carries good looks.
Yet trust me when I say,
I'll understand you in every way,
I'll listen to you talk for hours,
And when you need me, I'll be a call away.
I hope you'll accept my love,
that it doesn't take seasons or years.
For I don't wish to be known,
as the man who ran out of tears.
But now I don't care how long it takes,
for you to finally see.
My love, my care, my compassion for you,
For you to finally see me.
I promise, I will wait forever.....
