When dawn unveils the promise of the day,
And gentle notes drift softly in the air,
The heart remembers love’s enduring sway,
A melody both tender and so rare.
Through corridors of time, a song appears,
Resplendent as the golden morning light,
And in its chords, the echo of our tears
Transforms to joy, dispelling darkest night.
For music weaves a tapestry of dreams,
Each thread entwined with laughter, hope, and grace,
While love, the sweetest muse, forever seems
To find in every soul a sacred place.
If happiness be sought, then let it be
In love and song, the heart is always free.