In every dawn where shadows fold, He crafts a warmth in gentle gold, A stalwart heart with boundless grace, His love, a light in every place. For each small dream and whispered plea, He moves like wind across the sea, Defying storms by virtue's might, A beacon in the dark of night. Though others lean and draw their share, He stands unyielding, always there, In reverent hues, my heart does swell, For him, in love's embrace I dwell.