In the gentle folds of morning light,
A small love blooms, tender and bright.
Its whispers dance on a soft breeze,
In silent moments, it finds its ease.

Amidst the rush of fleeting hours,
This tiny love holds secret powers.
Unseen by many, yet deeply felt,
In its embrace, the world does melt.

A glance, a touch, a knowing smile,
In these small gestures, love compiles.
Building bridges of quiet grace,
In simple joys, it finds its place.

So let us cherish this subtle art,
The gentle rhythm of a beating heart.
For in its silence, we discover,
The profound beauty of a small lover.