In whispers of the willow’s song,
Where love’s eternal echoes throng,
Shakespeare’s words, so pure and bright,
Illuminate the darkest night.

Beneath the stars that gently gleam,
We trace the path of love’s sweet dream,
His sonnets weave a timeless spell,
In every heart, his verses dwell.

The tempest’s roar, the lover’s sigh,
Within his lines, they never die,
A tale of passion, fierce and true,
In every age, his love renews.

So let us toast to love’s delight,
In Shakespeare’s glow, our hearts unite,
For in his words, we find our way,
To endless love, come what may.