In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,
Emotions come to life, in the silence, they seep.
Whispers of the heart, like a gentle breeze,
Stirring hidden feelings, with effortless ease.

Joy blooms like a rose, in the garden of the soul,
Its petals bright and vibrant, making us whole.
Yet sorrow’s heavy rain, can drown the light,
Leaving behind echoes, in the depth of night.

Love’s tender touch, a warmth that never fades,
Binding hearts together, through life’s winding shades.
Anger burns like fire, fierce and wild,
Consuming all it touches, both the meek and mild.

Hope rises like the dawn, dispelling darkest fears,
With each new day, it dries our tears.
Through the peaks and valleys, of this emotional life,
We find our strength, amidst the strife.