I will be waiting here for the grey sky to cry, for your suspicions to die, for you to really try.
I will be waiting here for the moments to pass, for the memories to last, for you to break the glass.
I will be waiting here for the ships to sail on the sea, for the clock to strike three, for you to believe in me.
I will be waiting here for your silence to break, for your soul to shake, for your love to wake.
I will be waiting here.
— Rumi