In the realm where sonnets breathe,
A bard’s whisper weaves through time,
Love, in eloquent embrace,
Dances on the edge of rhyme.
His words, a gentle caress,
Paint the heart with shades of gold,
In the theatre of the soul,
Timeless tales of love unfold.
Beneath the moon’s tender gaze,
Lovers’ vows echo through night,
In the language of the stars,
Hearts align with purest light.
Shakespeare’s quill, a guiding star,
Illuminates love’s endless sea,
In the shadow of his pen,
We find our eternity.