the hush of dawn, where light first breathes,
A story begins beneath the trembling leaves.
Whispers of love, both tender and bold,
A tale of beginnings yet to unfold.

In the cradle of morning, hope is reborn,
From the night's end, a new day is sworn.
Hearts once shattered find strength to mend, In the arms of redemption, love's wounds tend.

Hybrid love, a fusion of...