In the gentle breath of whispered lines,
A lover’s plea transcends all time.
Shakespeare’s quill, a magic wand,
Weaves tales where hearts are fond.

Amidst Verona’s moonlit night,
Two souls yearn in love’s pure light.
Their secret vows, a sacred bond,
In verses penned, their spirits respond.

Through sonnets sweet and timeless prose,
Love’s eternal river flows.
Each word a bridge to hearts of old,
In Shakespeare’s tales, love is bold.

From Stratford’s fields to London’s stage,
His love endures through every age.
A legacy of passion’s fire,
In every line, hearts never tire.