Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

I wrote this piece to honor the kind of love that doesn’t rush, pressure, or demand. The kind of love that waits — not out of desperation, but devotion. Trust is something earned through presence, not promises, and this poem is a reminder that patience can be its own form of tenderness.

In the Waiting
Poetry by Rowan Evans
(Written April 28th, 2025)

I won’t ask you to trust me just because I say you should.
I won’t ask you to give me your heart on a silver platter
and expect it to bloom with nothing but my words.

I know trust is not something that can be rushed.
It is not a gift handed out on a whim.
It is a treasure, earned slowly,
through the quiet moments,
the steady presence that never falters.
It is a promise that must be built, brick by fragile brick,
and I understand that.

But I hope you’ll let me show you
that my hands are steady.
That I will be here,
even in the silence,
even in the waiting.

I want to prove to you that not all hearts
come with the shadows of broken promises.
Not all love is born of betrayal.
Some love grows like a garden—
slow, patient, gentle,
with roots that dig deep
and blossoms that reach for the light.

I don’t want to rush you into believing me,
but I want to give you the space
to see me,
to feel me,
and know, in the quiet moments,
that I am here,
waiting,
always.

And if you choose to trust me,
when you choose to trust me,
I’ll be the one who proves that it was worth the wait,
that love can be steady,
that my heart is yours,
whenever you’re ready to reach for it.

I’ll wait,
quiet as the stars,
steadfast as the earth beneath us,
until the moment you choose to take the leap,
and I’ll be there,
steady,
waiting,
ready to show you
that I will never break you
the way the others did.

And when you’re ready,
I will love you with the tenderness of someone
who has learned the value of patience,
who knows that love is not a race,
but a journey.

Until then,
I’ll be here.
Waiting.
With an open heart,
and a love that grows with every breath.

More of my poetry can be found here: The Library of Ashes