In the quiet dawn, where dreams reside,
Hope awakens, with arms open wide.
It whispers softly, in the morning light,
Promising a future, tender and bright.

Love, like a river, flows through time,
Carving paths with rhythms sublime.
It binds our hearts, with threads unseen,
A tapestry woven, in shades serene.

Through stormy nights and endless days,
Hope and love guide us, in countless ways.
Their gentle touch, a soothing balm,
In their embrace, we find our calm.

So let us cherish, these gifts so rare,
Hope and love, beyond compare.
They light our path, with their gentle glow,
Forever in our hearts, their seeds we’ll sow.