In the gentle dance of moonlit dreams,
Words of love softly weave,
Poets pen the heart’s desires,
In whispered verses, hearts believe.
Through the ages, love’s sweet song,
Echoes in the poet’s rhyme,
Painting worlds where lovers dwell,
In the timeless art of time.
Sonnets sing of passion’s fire,
Lyrical tales of tender grace,
Each line a bridge to lovers’ souls,
In love’s embrace, they find their place.
From quill to pen, the journey flows,
Through starlit nights and morning dew,
Poets craft the language of the heart,
In every verse, a love anew.