In the tender light of morning’s grace,Where dreams and reality softly embrace,A heart begins to timidly unfold,In whispers of stories yet untold.The eyes that meet across the crowded room,Ignite a spark that chases away gloom,A silent promise in a fleeting glance,Dances in the air like a child’s first dance.With every word, a new world is spun,In the tapestry of two hearts as one,A gentle touch, a fleeting sigh,Underneath the vast and open sky.Though time may weather and seasons change,The memory of that love will still remain,A cherished moment, a sacred vow,The gentle whisper of a love’s first glow.