[Pre-Intro] (soft spoken, almost a breath over single piano notes) I’ve counted the quiet… for longer than most lives allow… [Intro] (gentle piano motif, sparse, building like light through curtains) Years folded like letters never sent, ink still wet with what I meant. [Verse 1] I watched the seasons turn their pages slow, learned the language of your every glance. Kept my heart a library of almost-knows, shelved the words I never dared to dance. Decades of devotion in the margins of the day, witty footnotes of a love I couldn’t say. [Pre-Chorus 1] I’ve been the quiet constellation waiting for your sky, drawing maps of every almost, every why. If patience is a virtue, I’ve worn it threadbare thin— please, look this way… let the noticing begin. [Chorus 1] See me—finally see me—the one who’s held the light for you so long. All these years of gentle gravity, pulling soft, never forcing, never wrong. I’ve loved you in the spaces between words, now I’m begging for the moment you are heard. [Verse 2] I measured time in coffee cups and quiet rooms, in the clever jokes I never got to share. Built cathedrals out of ordinary afternoons, prayed the dust would settle into care. You walked through life as if the world were new, while I kept the old devotion pure and true. [Pre-Chorus 2] I’ve been the patient puzzle piece that never forced the fit, smiling through the seasons, never quitting it. If waiting is an art, I’ve mastered every stroke—please, turn your face… and let this silence break. [Chorus 2] Notice—finally notice— the heart that beat in rhythm with your own. All these decades of unspoken focus, a quiet fire I never let alone. I’ve loved you in the margins, in the pause, now I’m hoping that the noticing is cause. [Verse 3] Then one ordinary morning, something shifted slow, your eyes found mine like light finds open hands. The air grew warm with everything I used to know, and hope rose up like tide across the sands. Decades of affection finally given room to breathe, adoration flooding every space beneath. [Pre-Chorus 3] I’ve been the long-kept secret written in invisible ink, waiting for the moment you would stop and think. If recognition is a prayer, I’m whispering it still—please, see the love… I’ve carried of my will. [Chorus 3] Know me—finally know me— the one who kept this flame through every year. All this quiet, deep, intelligent loyalty, now rising in the light of being near. I’ve loved you in the silence, in the dark, now I’m praying that you recognize the spark. [Bridge] (piano thins, strings enter softly, voice more intimate and cracked) I never asked the universe for fireworks or fate, just one clear glance that said “I see you, and it’s late…but not too late.” Let the years I’ve held in quiet become the ground we stand upon. Let this hope, this fierce adoration, be the light that leads us on. [Pre-Outro] (almost whispered, piano returning to the opening motif) If you can feel the weight of all I’ve never said…if you can see the love that lived inside my head… [Outro] (soaring then settling, strings and piano fading) Then stay—just stay and let me be the one you finally notice, the quiet love that waited free. I’ve held this for decades, now I place it in your hands…and pray you understand I was always quietly yours.
