In the garden where roses bloom,Underneath the moon’s gentle light,Lies the essence of a lover’s swoon,A tale spun from words of might.Through verses that time cannot erase,The heart finds refuge in each line,In Shakespeare’s world, love’s gentle embrace,Where souls eternally entwine.With every sonnet, passion ignites,Fires that burn through endless night,In love’s purest and truest flights,Guided by stars ever so bright.Oh, Shakespeare, your quill’s soft caress,Wraps us in a timeless spell,In your words, we find our rest,In love’s gentle, eternal swell.