In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
A tender touch like morning dew unfolds,
It whispers softly, a gentle delight,
As warmth and comfort in its arms it holds.

The touch of love, a whisper so profound,
It weaves through hearts, a thread of pure gold,
In every gesture, every soft sound,
A story of affection, silently told.

Through touch, the unspoken words convey,
The depth of feeling, emotions untamed,
A silent language in a tender play,
Where hearts are healed and souls are unchained.

The gentle touch, like a breeze at dusk,
Brings solace, peace, a tranquil embrace,
It lingers softly, in memories it trusts,
A timeless connection, a lasting grace.