In the soft whisper of the morning light,
Her words dance like leaves upon the breeze,
Love’s gentle echo in the quiet night,
A timeless melody that never ceases to please.
Through sonnets woven with threads of gold,
Her heart speaks in verses rich and deep,
A tale of passion, tender and bold,
Awakens the soul from its silent sleep.
In every line, her spirit weaves,
A tapestry of love’s pure embrace,
With every stanza, the heart believes,
In the strength and beauty of love’s grace.
Elizabethâs voice, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through paths unknown,
In her words, love takes flight,
Finding a home in hearts of stone.