In the whispers of the night,
Our names dance with the stars,
Each letter a story untold,
Each syllable a song of the heart.
From the lips of loved ones,
Our names become melodies,
Carving paths through memories,
Echoing our deepest identities.
In the pages of our history,
Our names stand as markers,
Of who we were and who weâll be,
Bearing the weight of our legacy.
So let us cherish these tokens,
The names that shape our being,
For in their simple letters,
Lie the essence of our seeing.