In the shadow of twilight, where dreams unfold,
Byron’s love whispers, tales of old.
A symphony of hearts, beating as one,
Underneath the same sky, moon, and sun.

His love, a river, endlessly flowing,
Through valleys of time, ever-growing.
Words like petals, soft and sweet,
Binding souls, where lovers meet.

In letters penned with passion’s might,
He captured stars, and the night’s light.
A poet’s heart, bared and true,
Painting love, in every hue.

Byron’s love, an eternal flame,
Whispering ever, his beloved’s name.
In every verse, in every rhyme,
A timeless dance, through space and time.