In the morning light, they dance and gleam,
Threads of gold in a sunlit dream.
Soft whispers of a lover’s touch,
In every strand, a story, much.

Through the winds, they twist and play,
A symphony in the light of day.
Silken rivers, flowing free,
A cascade of beauty, wild and free.

Under the moon’s gentle gaze,
They shimmer in a silver haze.
A crown of stars upon the night,
Hair’s ethereal, radiant light.

In the hands, they weave a spell,
A tale of love, a secret to tell.
Every lock, a thread so rare,
The whisper of silken strands, beyond compare.