In the quiet woods where shadows play,
I found a path of whispers, soft and true,
Beneath the canopy where lovers lay,
I walked with Robert Frost, and thought of you.

The evening’s hush, a tender, gentle breeze,
Carried words of love from times long past,
In every verse, a heart’s sweet melodies,
In every line, a love meant to last.

The stars above, like Frost’s own guiding light,
Led me through memories, serene and bright,
Each poem a testament, pure and right,
To love’s enduring flame, burning in the night.

So here I stand, amidst the poet’s grace,
With thoughts of you, and love’s embrace,
In Frost’s words, I find a sacred place,
Where hearts unite, and time leaves not a trace.