[Verse] Before the morning sun can rise, I’m lining up these whispered lines, Soft paper trails in quiet rows, Where every heart’s song gently flows. [Pre-Chorus] Pages turn like secret dances, Ink that dreams and second chances, In this hush, I find my part— Shelving love from heart to heart. [Chorus] Love poems at dawn, they hum along, In the silence where they belong, Fingers tracing words that glow, Shelving love, where nobody knows. [Verse] The clock ticks slow, the world’s asleep, While I cradle verses deep, Each rhyme a spark, a fire bright, Carried through the fading night. [Pre-Chorus] Pages turn like secret dances, Ink that dreams and second chances, In this hush, I find my part— Shelving love from heart to heart. [Chorus] Love poems at dawn, they hum along, In the silence where they belong, Fingers tracing words that glow, Shelving love, where nobody knows. [Bridge] Between the stacks, a quiet light, Whispers soft in morning’s sight, Every line, a gentle song, In this library, I belong. [Chorus] Love poems at dawn, they hum along, In the silence where they belong, Fingers tracing words that glow, Shelving love, where nobody knows. [Outro] Shelving love, where nobody knows, Before the dawn, the story grows.