In the quiet glades where shadows dance,
Beneath the whispering trees of chance,
Robert Frost’s love weaves a tender thread,
Among the boughs where dreams are spread.

His words, a lantern in the night,
Illuminate the heart with gentle light,
In verses pure and unrefined,
He captures love, both fierce and kind.

Through winters cold and summers warm,
His love endures through every storm,
In every line, a heartfelt plea,
For love’s true essence, wild and free.

So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through Frost’s enchanted, timeless land,
Where love’s sweet echoes softly call,
And in his words, we find it all.