In the twilight where shadows softly play,Yeats’ love whispers through the veils of time,A gentle breeze that caresses the heart’s way,Binding souls in a rhythm, a celestial rhyme.Amidst wild roses where his dreams once soared,He painted love with strokes of ethereal grace,A tapestry of passion in verses adored,Each line a testament to her radiant face.The moonlit paths where their spirits entwined,Echo with the laughter of stars above,A dance eternal, where their hearts aligned,In the silent symphony of undying love.Now in the quiet chambers of the night,His words still linger like a soft refrain,A poet’s heart forever taking flight,In the sacred embrace of love’s sweet domain.