In the silent hours before dawn’s light,
Where shadows dance, both soft and slight,
There lies a realm, so pure, so deep,
Where beauty stirs from gentle sleep.
Within the heart’s secluded space,
A tender glow, a quiet grace.
Not found in noise or glaring beam,
But in the whispers of a dream.
In every tear that graces cheeks,
In every word the soul speaks,
There blooms a softness, pure and kind,
A fragile strength that love defines.
The gentle touch, the soothing word,
In silence often left unheard.
The beauty of a softened gaze,
In fleeting moments, love portrays.
It’s in the cracks where light seeps in,
In tender places, we begin.
To find the beauty soft and rare,
In every breath of open air.
In kindness shown and mercies given,
In silent prayers, in hopes forgiven.
We find a softness, rich and true,
A strength in tenderness imbued.
For beauty lies not in the grand,
But in the gentle, guiding hand.
In every heart, a softened core,
Where love resides forevermore.
So look within, and you shall find,
The beauty in the gentle mind.
In softness, strength is intertwined,
In quiet hearts, true beauty shines.