Will this love last?

You speak of vows once carved in stone, Of walls you built to stand alone, Yet here I stand, with trembling hands, Not to conquer, but to understand. I see the shadows in your gaze, The quiet storms, the guarded maze, But love is patient, it does not race, It learns the rhythm of your pace. If fate has led me to your door, I’ll linger there, ask nothing more, Than just to be the one who stays, Through fleeting nights and fragile days. And should you ask, “Will this love last?” I’ll weave the present, not chase the past, For love’s not measured in endless years But in every moment I calm your fears.