In the rush of dawn's embrace, Two cherished hearts, a tender race, Little hands and dreams that soar, Yearning much, craving more. Time, a fleeting, whispered breeze, Yet in their laughter, love's release, God's own light, through clouds so grey, Guides them gently, come what may. Amidst the chaos, small and grand, A touch divine, a guiding hand, Moments may be swift and tight, Yet love's glow turns dark to light.