In the quiet dawn, her smile arises,
Casting warmth upon the morning dew.
A gentle curve that softly surprises,
Breathing life into the world anew.

Her smile, a beacon in the night,
Guides the weary hearts to rest.
In its glow, even darkness takes flight,
Finding solace in her gentle jest.

Like the sun that kisses the earth,
Her smile nurtures every soul.
In its beams, one finds rebirth,
A tender balm that makes one whole.

When storms of doubt and fear encroach,
Her smile stands as a steadfast flame.
In its warmth, we find hope’s reproach,
And the courage to start anew, untamed.