In the quiet of the morning light, Her gentle hands prepare the day, With every touch, a silent might, Guiding…
In the silent whispers of the night, we find,A love that speaks in the quietest of breaths,Threads of emotion weaving…
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, Her gentle touch ignites the day, A warm embrace that holds so…
In the quiet moments of the night, When all seems lost and out of sight, I find a whisper, soft…
In the morning light, your laughter rings, A melody of joy, a song that sings. Your eyes, like stars, sparkle…