Suppose there were no waiting, Then what would love be?

Rupesh Ranjan tells:

Suppose there were no waiting, Then what would love be?

If the earth never dried beneath the summer sun, What joy would there be in the first drop of rain?

If there were no darkness, How precious would the dawn appear? If there were no distance, How deeply would we cherish a meeting?

The days I spend longing for you Do not weaken my love; They teach it patience, And make it deeper than before.

The ache of missing you, The quiet hope of seeing you, The countless moments spent thinking of you— These are the threads From which true love is woven.

I am not in a hurry to possess you; I am grateful simply to love you.

For love is not merely a destination, It is a journey of the heart, Made beautiful by every mile of longing.

Just as the thirsty earth Lifts its face to the rain, My soul comes alive At the touch of your presence.

So let there be waiting. Let there be distance. Let there be nights filled with yearning.

For it is in waiting for you That I have learned The true meaning of love.

And perhaps that is the secret—

A love without waiting May be attraction.

But a love that waits, That endures, That hopes through silence and distance,

Becomes something greater.

It becomes a prayer.

And every prayer of mine Begins with your name And ends with your smile.