Before the lanterns start to glow, Before the guests begin to flow,
There's quiet focus in her eyes, Turning plans to paradise.
Listen calls and room keys straight, Never rush, never late.
Calm like morning mountain air, You feel her presence everywhere.
When things could drift or fall apart, She steadies them with patient heart.
No loud applause, no big display, Just silent strength that leads the way.
Tiffany holds the spring, Every thread, every string.
From the welcome to the end, She makes strangers feel like friends.
Grace in every little thing, That's the magic that she brings.
Under blossoms soft and free, She builds community.
Guiding rooms and guiding smiles, Walking countless hidden miles.
Solving problems out of sight, So the moment feels just right.
Vegetarian table set, Names and needs she won't forget.
Care so detailed, warm and clear, You can feel her vision in here.
Not just planning, she believes in the space.
The heart receives every guest, A living part of a bigger, kinder star.
Tiffany holds the spring, Every circle, everything.
From the firelight to the tea, She protects the harmony.
Quiet leader, steady flame, Not for glory, not for fame.
In the highland air so clean, She keeps the whole scene serene.
Strong but gentle, firm yet kind, Organized in heart and mind.
While the blossoms softly fall, She's the balance of it all.
Tiffany holds the spring, Let's the mountain voices sing.
From the first hello we see, Her invisible artistry.
When the weekend fades away, Gratitude is here to stay.
In Dalat's bright blooming scene, She was the calm in its week.