In the quiet dawn, where whispers reside,
Beneath the veil of morning mist,
Emotions stir, a symphony inside,
Each feeling a note, impossible to resist.

Love blooms like roses in the spring,
Passion’s fire, an ember’s glow,
Heartbeats dance, and spirits sing,
Through valleys of joy and sorrow’s flow.

Anguish lurks in shadows deep,
A storm within, a raging sea,
Yet hope’s beacon, its light does seep,
Guiding souls to tranquility.

In this journey of the heart’s embrace,
Emotions weave their intricate art,
A tapestry of every face,
The essence of a human heart.