In the quiet of the morning light,Where whispers of dreams still linger,Love unfolds like petals soft,Touching hearts with gentle fingers.She writes of love’s enduring grace,In words that dance and softly sing,A tapestry of woven hearts,In every line, new hope she brings.With each tender word she pens,Rupi’s verses cradle the soul,In a world that often seems unkind,Her love-filled words make us whole.Through her eyes, we see anew,The beauty in each fleeting glance,Embracing love with open arms,In every heart, a second chance.