In whispers soft, their quills did trace,
The tender lines of love’s embrace.
Through sonnets sweet and verses pure,
They captured hearts, a timeless cure.

From Shakespeare’s words to Neruda’s flame,
Their love-filled scripts, a cherished name.
In every stanza, each refrain,
They wove a spell, a lover’s gain.

With ink and soul, they penned delight,
Through passion’s day and longing’s night.
Their metaphors like stars above,
Illuminating paths of love.

O poets dear, your legacy,
In every heart, eternally.
For love, you wrote with endless grace,
Your words, a tender, warm embrace.