In the realm where words dance like stars,
Shakespeare’s love weaves a timeless art,
Each verse a heartbeat, each line a scar,
Binding souls though oceans apart.

Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
Lovers find solace in his tender rhyme,
A tapestry of passion, a delicate lace,
Unraveling the mysteries of time.

With quill in hand, he painted the night,
Carving emotions in shadows and light,
A symphony of heartbeats, gentle and bright,
Echoing eternally in love’s flight.

Oh, Shakespeare, bard of love’s sweet song,
Your words endure, forever strong,
In every heart where lovers belong,
Your legacy of love shall ever prolong.