In Veronaâs ancient streets of yore, Where passion’s flame did brightly soar, A tale of love, both sweet and dire,…
In the heart of time, his words reside, Where love and passion intertwine. With every sonnet, a tale unfolds, His…
In soft moonlight, where whispers gently weave, Lies love as pure as morningâs dew-kissed eve. With quill in hand, he…
In whispers soft beneath the moon’s embrace, The Bard’s sweet sonnets speak of love’s fair grace. Each word, a testament…