In the quiet moments of a whispered breeze,
Affection blooms like gentle morning light,
It wraps around the heart with tender ease,
And paints the world in colors soft and bright.

A glance, a touch, a softly spoken word,
The language of the soul that needs no sound,
In every gesture, love is deeply stirred,
And in its warmth, true happiness is found.

Through storms and calms, it holds its gentle sway,
A steadfast beacon in the darkest night,
With every dawn, affection finds its way,
To fill the heart with ever-growing light.

As time unfolds, the bonds of love remain,
An endless dance of joy and sweet surprise,
In every heart, affection leaves its stain,
A timeless gift beneath the endless skies.