In the quiet dawn, a sun’s embrace,
Its beauty whispers with gentle grace.
Melodies play, and in your eyes, a spark,
A symphony of emotions, dancing in the dark.

A sideward glance, so subtly sweet,
A smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
Even in your awkward laugh’s embrace,
My eyes brim with a joy, a tender grace.

Between joy and pain, a thin line weaves,
Not for science to dissect or retrieve.
The heart, a wise sage, in its silent chatter,
Knows the truth, long before the mind can gather.

A sunrise, a melody, your laughter’s art,
They speak the language of the heart.
In that delicate dance of joy and pain,
My heart’s knowing is all that will remain.