Rain falls all of a sudden,
Seasons change in the blink of an eye.
I don’t want to rise from bed
And chase the dreams that linger inside.
I only want to find rhymes,
Trace each note
Played on worn-out keys,
And quietly sing along.
Too many dreams and longings…
Yet softly, I pray—to see you waiting at the aisle.
Someday, tomorrow, or in the far-off future.
But how I wish it could be now.
So many fears whisper:
Will the unseen man in my prayers arrive?
Will there be someone, or no one—
Nothing left to write anymore?
A long, winding road still ahead.
It feels like I’ve written hundreds of letters for you.
Will you be there when the sun rises?
Will the moon’s phases be enough?
Will the fruit of waiting ripen in its time?
Are there dreams still waiting to be fulfilled?
Will the Spirit calm these restless feelings?
Will love conquer fear and hesitation?
Could someday turn into now—
So February blues won’t hurt so much?
Does He see the one my heart is longing to love?
'Cause I search for him but cannot find him.
Have you seen the one my heart loves?
For now, the rains are over and gone.
The flowers blossom around.
The season of singing has come.
The cooing of doves is heard in the land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
The blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Will he arise and come?
When I find the one my heart loves,
I’ll hold him tight and not let him go
Till I bring him to my mother’s house,
To the room of the one who conceived me.
Yet love must not be awakened
Until it so desires.
But when my heart begins to pound for him,
And I feel a love as strong as death—
Its jealousy unyielding as the grave,
Burning like blazing fire,
Like a mighty flame— I will endure the blues in February.
As long as you come, not in a perfect time
But in His time
