In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
Where the heart finds solace in a tender place,
Maya’s words, like a gentle stream,
Weave tales of love, and timeless dreams.

Her voice, a beacon in the darkest night,
Shines through the shadows, pure and bright,
A testament to love’s enduring power,
Blooming like a resilient flower.

In every verse, a heartbeat’s song,
Echoes of love, both fierce and strong,
She paints with words, a canvas wide,
Love’s essence, no longer denied.

Through trials and triumphs, she would stand,
Love’s guiding light, within her hand,
Maya Angelou’s love, forever keen,
A legacy of grace, forever seen.