In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I find the warmth of your soul’s gentle glow,
A beacon in the night, dispelling fright,
In your embrace, my heart begins to grow.

You tend to my wounds with tender, soft grace,
Whispering hope in the shadows of fear,
Your presence, a balm, in this sacred space,
With every touch, your love becomes so clear.

Like a guardian of dreams, you stand so near,
Shielding my spirit from life’s weary storms,
In the dance of compassion, you steer,
Transforming chaos into gentle forms.

So I cherish each moment, each sweet breath,
For in caring, you’ve taught my soul to soar,
Together we walk, through life and through death,
In your nurturing heart, I am restored.