In the quiet of the dawn’s embrace,
A name whispers through the trees,
Carried by the gentle breeze,
It dances with the morning light.

A melody that lingers soft and sweet,
Echoes in the heart’s hidden chamber,
Resonating with an ancient amber,
A symphony of time’s endless beat.

In the shadows where dreams reside,
The name weaves a tapestry of wonder,
Binding souls with a thread of thunder,
A bond no darkness can divide.

So let the name on lips be spoken,
A charm that never fades away,
In its sound, love finds its way,
A promise kept, unbroken.