I Won’t Rush for Love

I'd climb a branch just to see your face. Move inch by inch at my

own slow pace. Every leaf, every vine, every whispered sign. Time is my

canvas, love is the line. The world spins fast,

but I'll take it slow. Roots hold steady while the rivers flow.

I would do anything for love. I swear it's true. Cross the jungle,

crawl to you, but I won't rush. No, I won't rush,

for love deserves the quiet hush. Each moment stretched, a

tender thread. Patience blooms where fear has fled. I'll hold the wake,