In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
A tender touch can chase away the night.
It speaks in whispers, soft and true,
A silent promise between me and you.

Through the chaos and the endless noise,
A gentle touch brings simple joys.
It calms the storm within the heart,
A soothing balm, a work of art.

In the clasp of hands, a world unfolds,
Stories of love and warmth retold.
The touch, a bridge across the chasm,
Binding souls in quiet passion.

So let us cherish this tender grace,
The touch that time cannot erase.
For in its gentle, fleeting embrace,
We find a love that knows no space.