In the quiet of the morning light,
Gifts unseen begin their flight.
Whispers of love, a tender care,
Wrapped in moments, we often share.

Silent gestures, small yet grand,
The warm embrace, the gentle hand.
A laughter shared, a tear wiped dry,
These are the gifts that money can’t buy.

A glance that speaks a thousand words,
Compassion like the songs of birds.
In every heartbeat, every sigh,
The gifts of love that never die.

So cherish these, the gifts unseen,
The heartfelt acts, the moments serene.
For in the end, it’s love we find,
The greatest gift, the ties that bind.