In whispers soft beneath the moon’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and stars entwine the night,
Love’s gentle muse finds its eternal place,
Inspired by words that set the heart alight.

Through sonnets sweet, the bard’s immortal pen
Crafts tales of passion, longing, dreams anew,
Each verse a testament to love’s dominion,
A timeless echo in the hearts of few.

In every line, a world of feelings bloom,
Where lovers’ eyes meet in a tender gaze,
Their souls entwined within the ink’s perfume,
A dance of hearts that time cannot erase.

So let us honor Shakespeare’s loving art,
His words a beacon in the realms above,
For in his quill, the beating of a heart,
Resides the endless beauty of true love.