In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Echoes of whispers softly start,
A symphony of dreams untold,
In shadows where emotions unfold.

The heart, a canvas painted with time,
Colors of joy, sorrow, and rhyme,
In every beat, a story lies,
A tale of love beneath the skies.

Through gentle waves of tender grace,
The heart finds rhythm in its pace,
A dance of hope, a song of tears,
In silence woven through the years.

Yet in its depths, a light does gleam,
A beacon in the darkest dream,
Guiding through the night so vast,
Until the dawn is reached at last.