In the gentle dawn of morning light,Where shadows fade and dreams ignite,Your voice, a beacon, guides my way,In every word, a brighter day.
The strength you wear with quiet grace,Inspire hopes I cannot erase,Your kindness, like a river flows,In every heart, its warmth bestows.
Through trials faced, you never wane,With courage born of joy and pain,A hero not of might or fame,But in the love you freely claim.
In every glance, a story told,Of dreams pursued and hearts consoled,In admiration, deep and true,I find my strength by watching you.