Integration of Love over Time

∫₀ᵗ Love dt

At the start, love is zero.
Nothing promised. Nothing assumed.

Every small moment adds a little more.
A word. A wait. A choice to stay.

Time does not rush it.
It only collects what love truly gives.

If love is real, the integral keeps growing.
Not loud. Not fast. Just steady.

And in the end, love is not measured by one moment,
but by everything it quietly became over time.