Beneath the white Coat..

In white coats, they walk with steps of grace,

Like seraphim, descending to the human place,

Their hearts, an abyss of compassion, dark and deep,

A refuge for the shattered, where love's sweet vigil keeps.

With every touch, a litany of hope does unfold,

A symphony of solace, that soothes the soul's dark gold,

Their eyes, a sanctuary of warmth, where hearts can hide,

A haven from the tempests, where love's sweet peace does reside.

In the folds of their white coats, a tapestry of kindness shines,

A testament to the transcendent power of love's sweet shrines,

The fragile, the fearful, the lost, and the forlorn,

Find a safe haven in their arms, where love's sweet dawn is born.

With every beat, a pulse of empathy does flow,

Like a river of redemption, that only the heart can know,

Their hearts, a masterpiece of emotions, painted with tender care,

A work of art, that's crafted just for you, and me, and all who share.

In the silence of their gaze, a world of emotions speaks,

A language of love, that only the heart can seek,

Their touch, a gentle zephyr that soothes the soul,

A reminder of hope, that makes the heart whole.

Oh, the depth of their love, the breadth of their care,

A boundless ocean, that's always there,

A refuge for the weary, a safe haven from pain,

A heart of gold, that beats with love's sweet refrain.

So let us honor, these hearts of blood,

That beat beneath, the white coat's flood,

For in their compassion, we find our own,

A reflection of love, that's forever sown.

Let us celebrate, these angels true,

Who wear their hearts, like a badge anew,

For in their kindness, we find our way,

Through life's dark journey, to a brighter day.