In the garden of timeless dreams,
Where love’s gentle whispers sing,
Shakespeare’s echoes softly gleam,
Painting hearts with golden strings.
Beneath the moon’s tender light,
Lovers dance in silken veils,
Crafting moments pure and bright,
Guided by the Bard’s sweet tales.
Through verses rich with passion’s fire,
Souls entwine in endless grace,
In words that never tire or tire,
Love finds its eternal place.
O, let us wander in his rhyme,
Where every line a promise keeps,
In Shakespeare’s love, beyond all time,
Our hearts in harmony gently leap.