In the gentle fold of morning light,
Lies a gift wrapped in silken grace,
A whisper of warmth, a tender sight,
In its presence, shadows erase.
The laughter shared, a melody sweet,
An echo of joy that never fades,
In every heartbeat, love’s heartbeat,
A bond unbroken, a serenade.
Time, the rarest gift we give,
Moments woven in golden thread,
In the quiet hours, we truly live,
In stories told and words unsaid.
Cherished are these simple treasures,
Wrapped in love, devoid of guise,
Gifts beyond all earthly measures,
In their embrace, the spirit flies.