In the quiet whispers of the night,
Byron’s love, a beacon, shines so bright.
His words, a symphony of heart’s delight,
A timeless echo in the moon’s soft light.

Through tempest seas and skies of gray,
His love, a compass, guides the way.
A verse of passion, none can sway,
In dreams of dawn, where lovers lay.

With quill in hand, he penned the stars,
A universe within his scars.
His love, a fire, no distance bars,
A tale of hearts, entwined afar.

Beyond the realms of time and space,
Byron’s love, a boundless grace.
In every line, a sweet embrace,
An everlasting, tender chase.