In the dawn of youthful days, a promise sealed,
A life entwined before its time to unfold,
Eyes that dream of wanderlust and skies unyielded,
Now bound by vows, in stories untold.
The laughter of youth, once free and wild,
Now echoes softly within the walls of duty,
Hands that sought the world with eager touch,
Now cradle dreams, in silence and beauty.
Beneath the veil of early dawn, a soul questions,
What paths remain unwalked, what songs unsung?
The heart that beats within, still yearns for more,
Yet finds its rhythm in a life begun too young.
Still, in the shadows, hope gently whispers,
That time will weave its thread of grace,
And in the tapestry of lifeâs grand design,
Each woven strand finds its rightful place.