In the moonlit night, where shadows dance,
And whispers of the heart take flight,
Byron’s love, a timeless trance,
Illuminates the darkest night.

Through verses rich with passion’s hue,
His words like embers softly glow,
A love so deep, so pure, so true,
In every line, it seems to flow.

The wind may change, the stars may fall,
Yet Byron’s love remains the same,
A beacon bright, a clarion call,
Forever burning in love’s name.

So let us cherish, let us sing,
Of Byron’s love, a guiding light,
For in his words, our hearts take wing,
And find their way through endless night.