Beneath the velvet skies of England’s night,
Your words, Elizabeth, are stars so bright.
In the quiet of the heart, they ignite,
A flame of love, pure and right.

In sonnets soft, your love doth speak,
Of passion profound, tender and meek.
Boundless, timeless, never weak,
In prose, we your love seek.

Your voice, a melody in the silence of time,
Echoes of love, so divine.
With every verse, with every rhyme,
You capture hearts, line by line.

Sweet Elizabeth, your love remains,
Through ages past, it sustains.
In our souls, your essence engrains,
A legacy of love that forever reigns.