In the gentle murmur of the dawn,
Where dreams and reality intertwine,
Hope rises with the morning sun,
Guiding hearts to paths divine.

Love weaves its tender tapestry,
Across the canvas of the soul,
Binding wounds with silken threads,
In its warm, eternal hold.

Through the shadows of the night,
A flicker of hope remains bright,
Love’s gentle hand, a soothing balm,
Turning darkness into light.

Together they dance in endless rhythm,
Hope and love, a timeless song,
In every heartbeat, every breath,
A promise that we belong.