In the quiet dusk of evening’s glow,
Where whispers of the past softly flow,
A poet’s love, unyielding and true,
Stirs within the heart, ever anew.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His words like stars light up the sky,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding us with eternal light.

In every verse, a lover’s sigh,
Echoes of a soul that won’t die,
For love transcends both time and space,
In Dylan’s words, we find our place.

O, timeless bard, your love remains,
In every line, in every strain,
A testament to passion’s might,
Burning ever, day and night.