In the woods, beneath the silent trees,
Where whispers of the wind carry tales,
Robert’s heart finds solace in the breeze,
As love’s tender touch never fails.

Amidst the frost and winter’s cold embrace,
Love’s warmth defies the icy chill,
In every quiet moment, every space,
The poet’s heart forever will.

Through paths untrodden, under skies so vast,
Robert’s love, a beacon in the night,
Every line, each verse, a testament cast,
To the power of love, so pure and bright.

As seasons change and time flows on,
The essence of his love remains,
In poetry, his heart is never gone,
For love transcends all earthly chains.