I whisper a promise
soft as morning light—
that I will hold you kindly
through every shadowed night.
I offer you my love,
the kind that does not fade,
a shelter made of tenderness
where every fear is laid.
I place in your small hands
a seed of hope to keep,
to bloom when days feel heavy
and dreams fall into sleep.
And when the world grows loud,
I’ll remind you of your bravery—
how your heart learned to shine
through storms you thought would break you.
Come rest within my arms now;
you’re safe with me, my dear.
I promise you a gentler path—
step forward, without fear.
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