Beneath the silver glow of night,
Where shadows dance in gentle flight,
Byron’s words like rivers flow,
Painting dreams in the afterglow.
His love, a melody of time,
Echoes softly, sweetly chime,
In verses deep, the heart confides,
A world where endless love abides.
The stars bear witness to his song,
A tale of hearts where they belong,
Wrapped in warmth of timeless grace,
A tender, never-ending embrace.
Through the veil of night he weaves,
A tapestry of love that never leaves,
Byron’s heart, a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through endless night.