In the realm where roses bloom and fade,
A sonnet whispers through the silent night,
With words of love that time cannot evade,
Crafted by a bard whose soul takes flight.

Beneath the moonlit sky, hearts intertwine,
In tales of passion penned with tender grace,
Each line a thread in love’s eternal design,
Woven softly in a timeless embrace.

Oh, sweet lament of Juliet’s gentle sigh,
And vows exchanged in secret, shadowed bowers,
In Shakespeare’s verse, love learns to fly,
A testament to the heart’s unyielding powers.

As dawn awakens dreams from slumber’s hold,
The echoes of his love songs still remain,
In every word, a story to be told,
A legacy of love that shall never wane.