In the quiet fold of arms so tight,Where shadows dance with gentle light,A hug becomes a whispered song,A place where weary souls belong.In tender silence, words are few,Yet hearts converse in tones so true,A gentle squeeze, a soft caress,In hugs, we find a sweet recess.The world outside may roar and rage,But in this clasp, we turn the page,A sanctuary, calm and pure,In hugs, we find the perfect cure.So let us linger, let us stay,In arms that chase the night away,For in this embrace, love’s gentle art,We hold the world within our heart.