In shadows cast by moonlight’s glow,
Where whispers of the heart do flow,
Edgar’s love, a tale so deep,
In eternal dreams, his soul does keep.

Through raven’s call and midnight’s cry,
His love for her will never die,
A bond that time could not unlace,
Forever etched in heaven’s grace.

With every quill and every pen,
He wrote of love beyond all ken,
In chambers dark and whispers low,
His heart to her, he did bestow.

Though shadows fall and nights grow cold,
The story of their love is told,
Through verses bright and stories old,
In Poe’s embrace, their love unfolds.