In the hush of dawn’s first light,
Promises weave through the air,
Silent vows of hope and might,
A tapestry of dreams laid bare.
Beneath the canopy of stars so bright,
Whispers echo, soft and rare,
Promises sealed in the quiet night,
Woven with love and tender care.
As seasons change, the days pass,
Promises linger, strong and clear,
In the shadows, in the glass,
A beacon shining, ever near.
With every heartbeat, every sigh,
Promises hold us, guide and steer,
Through the lows and the highs,
Forever cherished, ever dear.