In the quiet whispers of the heart,
A rhythm beats with gentle grace,
Through every vein, a story starts,
Carving paths in time and space.
Hands that hold both strength and care,
Crafting dreams with every touch,
In their grasp, a world laid bare,
Building bridges, healing much.
Eyes that see beyond the night,
Reflecting worlds within their gaze,
A mirror to the soul’s own light,
Guiding us through lifeâs maze.
Feet that wander roads unknown,
Carrying hopes on weary trails,
With every step, a seed is sown,
Telling tales where courage prevails.