In the quiet shadows of a moonlit night,Love weaves its tales in whispers soft and light.Yeats’ words, a dance of hearts entwined,A tapestry of dreams, where souls align.Through the echoes of time, his verses glide,Painting visions of love, where secrets reside.In every line, a heartbeat, a gentle sigh,A universe of feelings, beneath the sky.His pen, a vessel for love’s sweet song,Captures moments where passions belong.In the silence, where dreams take flight,Yeats’ love illuminates the night.With every stanza, a story unfolds,Of timeless love, in whispers untold.In the depths of his words, we find our place,In Yeats’ embrace, a tender, eternal grace.