In the quiet whisper of the night,
Love’s gentle sighs take flight,
In the realm of dreams so bright,
Where passion dances in the light.

Yeats’ heart, a well of deep desire,
Burns with an eternal fire,
His words, a symphony to inspire,
Souls entwined, hearts never tire.

Through fields of gold and skies so wide,
Love’s journey, a wondrous ride,
In each other’s arms, they confide,
Bound beyond the world’s divide.

With every verse and tender line,
Love’s essence so divine,
In Yeats’ love, we intertwine,
Forever, our spirits align.