In the gentle whisper of the morning light,
She stands with grace, a beacon bright.
Her eyes a mirror of endless care,
A guardian spirit always there.

Her hands weave magic in everyday things,
Turning moments into golden springs.
With every touch, a world she mends,
In her embrace, all sorrow ends.

Her laughter is a melody, sweet and pure,
A soothing balm, a gentle cure.
In her presence, warmth and peace reside,
A haven where love and hope abide.

Through the storms and silences of night,
She guides with wisdom, a steadfast light.
A heart that knows no bounds, a love profound,
In her arms, eternal comfort is found.