In the whispers of the night, where silence softly gleams,
Byron’s love, a torch alight, ignites our deepest dreams.
With verses rich and hearts so pure, his love transcends the sky,
A timeless bond that will endure, through every tear and sigh.

The moonlit waves that kiss the shore, in rhythm to his rhyme,
Reflect a love forevermore, untouched by fleeting time.
His words like gentle lullabies, that soothe the weary soul,
Each line a glimpse into his eyes, where endless passions roll.

Amidst the stars and velvet night, his love’s a guiding star,
A beacon shining ever bright, no matter where we are.
Through storms that rage and winds that howl, his love remains our guide,
A force that time cannot corral, forever by our side.

So let us toast to Byron’s flame, that burns with endless might,
A love that time cannot reclaim, but shines with purest light.
In every heart his verses live, a testament to love,
A gift that only he could give, from heavens high above.