In the quiet dawn of waking dreams,
Hope dances on the horizon’s seam,
A gentle whisper in the morning light,
Guiding hearts through the darkest night.
Love blooms with every tender glance,
A timeless waltz, a sacred chance,
To mend the soul with gentle grace,
And find warmth in another’s embrace.
Through storms and trials, shadows cast,
Hope remains, steadfast and vast,
Love’s gentle hand, a guiding star,
Leading us to who we truly are.
In every tear, in every smile,
Hope and love walk every mile,
Together they weave a tapestry bright,
Illuminating the endless night.