In the silence of the night, words softly dance,
Weaving tales of dreams, and a fleeting chance.
Letters intertwine in a graceful embrace,
Painting emotions upon a tranquil space.

Words, like stars, illuminate the dark,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle spark.
Each sentence a beacon, each phrase a light,
Leading us through the deepest night.

From whispers of hope to cries of despair,
Words are the vessels that carry our care.
They hold the power to heal and to break,
To mend a heart or cause it to ache.

So cherish the words, the letters that bind,
For in their essence, our souls they find.
In every story, every poem, every song,
The whispers of words, forever strong.