Love You Forever Poem by Natasa To

I will love you forever—

not in the hurried way

of promises scribbled in sand,

but in the patient way

the tide returns to shore.



I will love you in the quiet mornings

when light slips through the blinds

and finds your sleeping face

as if it, too, has been searching.



I will love you in the ordinary hours—

in grocery lists and traffic lights,

in mismatched socks

and laughter that spills over burnt toast.



When storms press their gray hands

against our windows,

I will be your steady harbor,

and you will be my anchor in the wind.



I will love you in the long years,

when silver threads your hair

and time sketches softly at our edges.

My hand will still reach for yours

as naturally as breath.



If the world grows loud,

I will love you louder.

If the night grows cold,

I will love you warmer.



And when our voices falter

and our steps grow slow,

know this—

my heart chose you once,

and it keeps choosing you,

again and again,

forever.

I will love you forever—

not in the hurried way

of promises scribbled in sand,

but in the patient way

the tide returns to shore.



I will love you in the quiet mornings

when light slips through the blinds

and finds your sleeping face

as if it, too, has been searching.



I will love you in the ordinary hours—

in grocery lists and traffic lights,

in mismatched socks

and laughter that spills over burnt toast.



When storms press their gray hands

against our windows,

I will be your steady harbor,

and you will be my anchor in the wind.



I will love you in the long years,

when silver threads your hair

and time sketches softly at our edges.

My hand will still reach for yours

as naturally as breath.



If the world grows loud,

I will love you louder.

If the night grows cold,

I will love you warmer.



And when our voices falter

and our steps grow slow,

know this—

my heart chose you once,

and it keeps choosing you,

again and again,

forever.

I will love you forever—

not in the hurried way

of promises scribbled in sand,

but in the patient way

the tide returns to shore.



I will love you in the quiet mornings

when light slips through the blinds

and finds your sleeping face

as if it, too, has been searching.



I will love you in the ordinary hours—

in grocery lists and traffic lights,

in mismatched socks

and laughter that spills over burnt toast.



When storms press their gray hands

against our windows,

I will be your steady harbor,

and you will be my anchor in the wind.



I will love you in the long years,

when silver threads your hair

and time sketches softly at our edges.

My hand will still reach for yours

as naturally as breath.



If the world grows loud,

I will love you louder.

If the night grows cold,

I will love you warmer.



And when our voices falter

and our steps grow slow,

know this—

my heart chose you once,

and it keeps choosing you,

again and again,

forever.

I will love you forever—

not in the hurried way

of promises scribbled in sand,

but in the patient way

the tide returns to shore.



I will love you in the quiet mornings

when light slips through the blinds

and finds your sleeping face

as if it, too, has been searching.



I will love you in the ordinary hours—

in grocery lists and traffic lights,

in mismatched socks

and laughter that spills over burnt toast.



When storms press their gray hands

against our windows,

I will be your steady harbor,

and you will be my anchor in the wind.



I will love you in the long years,

when silver threads your hair

and time sketches softly at our edges.

My hand will still reach for yours

as naturally as breath.



If the world grows loud,

I will love you louder.

If the night grows cold,

I will love you warmer.



And when our voices falter

and our steps grow slow,

know this—

my heart chose you once,

and it keeps choosing you,

again and again,

forever.

I will love you forever—

not in the hurried way

of promises scribbled in sand,

but in the patient way

the tide returns to shore.



I will love you in the quiet mornings

when light slips through the blinds

and finds your sleeping face

as if it, too, has been searching.



I will love you in the ordinary hours—

in grocery lists and traffic lights,

in mismatched socks

and laughter that spills over burnt toast.



When storms press their gray hands

against our windows,

I will be your steady harbor,

and you will be my anchor in the wind.



I will love you in the long years,

when silver threads your hair

and time sketches softly at our edges.

My hand will still reach for yours

as naturally as breath.



If the world grows loud,

I will love you louder.

If the night grows cold,

I will love you warmer.



And when our voices falter

and our steps grow slow,

know this—

my heart chose you once,

and it keeps choosing you,

again and again,

forever.

I will love you forever—

not in the hurried way

of promises scribbled in sand,

but in the patient way

the tide returns to shore.



I will love you in the quiet mornings

when light slips through the blinds

and finds your sleeping face

as if it, too, has been searching.



I will love you in the ordinary hours—

in grocery lists and traffic lights,

in mismatched socks

and laughter that spills over burnt toast.



When storms press their gray hands

against our windows,

I will be your steady harbor,

and you will be my anchor in the wind.



I will love you in the long years,

when silver threads your hair

and time sketches softly at our edges.

My hand will still reach for yours

as naturally as breath.



If the world grows loud,

I will love you louder.

If the night grows cold,

I will love you warmer.



And when our voices falter

and our steps grow slow,

know this—

my heart chose you once,

and it keeps choosing you,

again and again,

forever.