In the garden of timeless dreams, he stands,
Whispers of love in his tender hands.
With eyes that pierce the veil of night,
He paints the world with purest light.
His heart, a vessel of unyielding fire,
Burns with passion, ever higher.
Through shadows deep, his spirit soars,
In love’s embrace, forevermore.
The stars above, they gently weep,
For love so strong, so pure and deep.
In every word, in every rhyme,
He captures love, beyond all time.
William Blake, with love adorned,
A poet’s heart, forever mourned.
Yet in his verses, love shall stay,
An eternal flame, that lights the way.