I walk this road with purpose in my steps,

A heart that seeks but will not chase the wind.

The world around me hums a different tune,

A song of fleeting love and empty vows.

They ask me why I stand against the tide,

Why patience wears my banner like a crown.

They say that love is fire, fierce and fast,

A blaze to burn before the embers fade.

Yet I have read of love that does not wane,

That bends but never breaks beneath the weight.

A cord of three strands bound in holy light,

Not passion’s spark that flickers in the night.

I’ve seen the games they play, the words they twist,

Desire dressed as love, yet hollow still.

A chase without an end, a feast of crumbs,

A fleeting joy that leaves the soul unfed.

They mock the narrow road I choose to walk,

Call my path a relic of the past.

They do not see the strength it takes,

To guard the heart from hands that would not stay.

Yet even in the silence, I believe—

That somewhere in the noise and rush of life,

There walks a woman strong in faith and grace,

A heart that beats in rhythm next to mine.

And when we meet, it will not be by chance,

But by the hand of One who knows all things.

For love was never meant to be a race,

But rather, it’s a path that we must walk.