In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
A heart once touched by loveâs sweet sigh.
Edgar, your love, a haunting tale,
In moonlit nights, it sets the sail.
Through corridors of time and space,
Your love endures, a ghostly trace.
With quill in hand and heart so true,
Your verses speak, they call, they woo.
Beneath the raven’s watchful eye,
Your love transcends, it will not die.
In every word and every rhyme,
Your passion lives beyond all time.
Oh, Poe, your love, a deathless song,
In hearts it dwells, forever strong.
Through pages worn, your spirit roams,
In love’s embrace, it finds its home.