Amid the throng of faces, new and bright,
A sea of voices blends, each one unique.
In every smile, a world of tales untold,
Each gaze, a silent promise yet to come.
Among the crowd, a few stand out, aglow,
Their light a beacon in the shadowed room.
They speak with hearts that shine like morning suns,
Their laughter echoes like a summer breeze.
In whispered words, they paint the skies anew,
With every touch, they turn the mundane gold.
These radiant souls, their beauty fierce and true,
They carve their names on hearts, on time, on dreams.

Had pain not carved its path through tender flesh,
These hearts of gold I might have never known.
Through suffering, I learned to see the light,
To cherish moments, fleeting, full, and bright.
In meeting them, the world expands and soars,
Revealing all the wonders life can hold.