In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Beneath the boughs that gently sway,
Love blooms eternal, pure and bright,
In Robert Frost’s poetic light.

His verses speak of love’s sweet grace,
Of tender moments, time can’t erase,
Through fields of gold and winter’s snow,
Love’s gentle whispers softly flow.

With every line, a heart is warmed,
By love’s embrace, forever charmed,
In Frost’s embrace, we find our way,
To love and dream, both night and day.

So let us cherish every rhyme,
In Frost’s words, love’s song we find,
A timeless dance, a journey true,
In every verse, love’s spark renew.