You deserve the light,the patient glow that warms the places you outgrow, a love that roots you deep and sure and teaches fragile things to endure. You carry magic, small and bright, in passing laughs, in borrowed light, in ordinary moments where joy learns how to grow its wings in air. Hope still hums in the hush of night, a gentle force, a steady might, it lifts your heart without a sound and reminds you,you are safe, you’re found. Good things are coming, soft but true, they’ve always known the way to you, the universe, in quiet art, leans toward a generous, open heart. So let the world lay beauty down, turn weary dusk to dawn’s renown, hold your soul,no need to brace or cope, you were made for love, for magic, for hope.