In whispers soft, her verses flow,
A tender love the world shall know.
Through lines of grace, her heart she bares,
A soulful bond that time declares.
In every word, a gentle touch,
Her love profound, it means so much.
With each embrace, her spirit sings,
A melody of endless springs.
Across the years, her passion flies,
A beacon bright in lovers’ skies.
Through sonnets sweet, her heart’s revealed,
A timeless vow, forever sealed.
With every breath, her love anew,
In Browning’s words, a world in view.
A legacy of love so rare,
Elizabeth’s soul, beyond compare.