In the ink of twilight’s gentle kiss,
Poets carve their love in tender lines,
With every word, a soulful bliss,
Echoes through time, in hearts entwined.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silken light,
They weave their dreams in verse and rhyme,
Each stanza holds a lover’s plight,
A timeless tale through endless time.

Their quills dance on parchment’s plane,
Spilling secrets of hearts aglow,
In joy and sorrow, love’s sweet pain,
Through every season, ebb, and flow.

So let us toast to those who write,
Of love’s embrace and passion’s fire,
For in their words, we find our light,
And in their dreams, our own inspire.