In the silence of the morning light, I hear your whispers on the breeze, Guiding me through the darkest night,…
In the warmth of evening’s glow, she stands,With gentle hands that molded my soul,Her voice, a soft lullaby of the…
In the gentle cradle of her arms, Lies a world of comfort, free from harms. Her voice, a melody soft…
In the echoes of our shared silence, Lies a chasm too wide to bridge, Words left unspoken, hearts untouched, In…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers rise, A gentle melody that soothes the skies. Her hands weave warmth, her eyes…
In the gentle whispers of the night, Where dreams are woven in silver threads, A mother’s love, a father’s might,…
In the quiet whispers of the dawn, she stands, A gentle light painting the world anew, Her presence, a balm…
In the dawn of my existence, she stood, A gentle whisper, a guiding hand, Her love, a river flowing through…
In the gentle cradle of her arms, Lies a sanctuary, free from harms. Her whispers, like a soothing balm, Envelop…
In the morning light, she stands so bright, A beacon of warmth, guiding through the night. Her gentle hands weave…