Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Where whispered winds of longing blow,
In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
Byronâs love begins to sigh.
His heart, a vessel of endless dreams,
In love’s embrace, it softly gleams,
With words unsaid, in silent night,
He weaves his love, a tale of light.
Through stormy seas and darkest skies,
His love, a beacon, never dies,
A timeless dance in fate’s design,
In every verse, his love divine.
O Byron’s heart, forever true,
In every line, his soul breaks through,
A symphony of love’s pure art,
Etched forever in the heart.