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Watching the clock tick by, but never chimes,

A distant bell, a songless rhyme.

The world moves on, and here I remain,

Caught in the stillness, longing’s domain.

The sun arcs high, then sinks below,

The moon ascends with a silver glow.

Time’s quiet march, steady and slow —

But my heart races, though you don’t know.

Each second a whisper, a breath, a sigh,

Hope rekindled, though I don’t know why.

Patience, a burden, heavy and cold,

Yet still, I cradle it — brave, and bold.

For waiting is love in its rawest form,

A flame that endures through the fiercest storm

It’s faith unspoken, a silent plea,

That what I wait for will come to me.