In the morning’s tender light, love speaks softly,
A whisper in the wind, caressing the dawn,
Embracing the world with a delicate touch,
Painting the sky with hues of affection.

As the sun ascends, love dances in the breeze,
A melody of warmth, a symphony of care,
Gently swaying the leaves, making hearts flutter,
Weaving dreams in the tapestry of day.

Love finds its way in the twilight’s embrace,
A soft serenade, a lullaby of night,
Cradling the stars in a tender hold,
Whispering secrets to the moon’s glow.

In the quiet of the night, love rests gently,
A silent guardian of the slumbering world,
Promising the dawn of a new beginning,
Everlasting in its silent, steadfast vow.