In the hush of midnight’s tender gaze,
Where shadows dance in whispered grace,
Love’s haunting echo softly plays,
In the heart where mysteries trace.

Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
In dreams where only lovers go,
A poet’s heart begins to know,
The depths where darkened passions flow.

Through corridors of time’s embrace,
His words entwine in gentle lace,
A love that transcends earthly space,
In the silence, they find their place.

With every beat, a longing sigh,
Beneath the ever-watchful sky,
Poe’s love, in shadows, learns to fly,
Embracing stars that never die.