In the quiet morning light, a gentle greeting,
A whisper of respect in every meeting,
Soft words that bridge the gap of distant hearts,
The grace of good manners, where kindness starts.

A thoughtful gesture, a door held wide,
An unseen virtue that lives inside,
Politeness shines like a beacon bright,
Guiding us all through day and night.

With every smile and nod of head,
A language spoken, though nothing’s said,
The beauty of manners, a timeless art,
Bringing us closer, heart to heart.

In every act, both large and small,
Good manners lift us, where we might fall,
For in the end, through thick and thin,
It’s the simple courtesies that let love in.