In the quiet dawn, her gentle touch,
A beacon of love, a guiding light,
Through storms and calm, she gives so much,
Her strength and grace, ever so bright.

With every step, her heart does lead,
A tapestry of care, she weaves,
Her whispered words, the seeds we need,
In her embrace, the soul believes.

She stands as tall as mountains high,
A pillar firm, through night and day,
Her laughter like the clear blue sky,
Chasing our fears and doubts away.

In every moment, near or far,
Her love remains, a constant star,
For in her heart, we always are,
The reason she shines, who we are.