In ink and quill, they wove their dreams,
Of love’s eternal, tender themes.
Through nights so long, and days so bright,
They penned the heart’s own sacred light.

Across the ages, voices blend,
From whispered start to poignant end.
Each verse a testament to yearn,
Through pages old, their words still burn.

The sonnets sweet, and ballads bold,
In every line, a story told.
Of passion, loss, and tender care,
Their love for words beyond compare.

So let us honor those who wrote,
With every heartfelt, loving note.
For in their poems, we find a part,
Of love’s own timeless, beating heart.