Amidst the whispers of the silent night,
A gentle rhyme begins to softly weave,
Words that echo, dancing in the light,
Reflecting truths that only hearts believe.

In mirrored verse, the soul begins to see,
A tapestry of thoughts both bright and bold,
Each line a step towards what we long to be,
In rhymes that speak of stories yet untold.

The rhythm of the heart in steady beat,
Carries the song of self through time and space,
A melody where dreams and reality meet,
In every line, a journey to embrace.

So let the rhymes unfold their gentle grace,
A mirror to the self we dare to find,
In every stanza, a familiar face,
A whispered truth in every crafted line.