In the quiet corners of the soul’s embrace,
Emotions weave their tender thread,
A tapestry of whispers, softly traced,
Where feelings rise, where dreams are fed.

Love’s gentle touch, a warm caress,
Like sunlight on a winter’s day,
It holds the heart in sweet finesse,
And guides the weary soul to stay.

Anguish speaks in shadows deep,
A storm within the silent night,
Yet through the tears the heart will leap,
To find the dawn, to seek the light.

In every smile, in every tear,
The dance of feelings finds its way,
Emotions paint the world we hear,
In hues of night and light of day.