In the quiet dawn she rises,
Her love woven in every task,
A gentle strength that never tires,
A warmth no one needs to ask.
Her hands have built a world for me,
A haven where dreams dare to grow,
Her whispers guide like the sea,
Through every high and every low.
In her eyes, a universe of care,
A light that shines through darkest night,
Her laughter, a melody rare,
A beacon of hope, ever bright.
She is the root and the sky,
The earth where my soul finds rest,
In her embrace, I learn to fly,
Knowing her love is lifeâs best.