In Veronaâs ancient streets of yore, Where passion’s flame did brightly soar, A tale of love, both sweet and dire,…
In soft moonlight, where whispers gently weave, Lies love as pure as morningâs dew-kissed eve. With quill in hand, he…
In the realm where words do dance and play, Shakespeare’s love, forever, finds its way. A tale of hearts entwined,…
In whispers soft beneath the moon’s embrace, The Bard’s sweet sonnets speak of love’s fair grace. Each word, a testament…