In whispers soft, where sonnets dwell,
Love’s tender art, Shakespeare did spell.
Through quill and ink, his heart he bared,
In every line, true love declared.

Under the moon’s watchful gaze,
Lovers meet in poetic haze.
His words, a bridge across the ages,
Binding souls through written pages.

In Verona’s tragic, fateful night,
Passion’s flame, a guiding light.
His tales of love, both lost and found,
In eternal rhythm, hearts resound.

From gentle whispers to ardent cries,
Shakespeare’s love never dies.
A timeless dance, forever true,
In every word, love’s essence grew.