In the whispers of the night, your words do sing,
Like the gentle breeze that caresses the trees,
Your love, a beacon, a guiding light,
In the darkness, bringing life to dreams.

Through the valleys of despair, you tread,
With a heart full of fire, a soul so bright,
Your love, an eternal flame that never fades,
Burning fiercely in the coldest nights.

Oh, Dylan Thomas, with words so tender,
You paint the sky with love’s sweet embrace,
A poet’s heart, forever entwined,
In the delicate dance of time and space.

In your verses, love’s beauty lies,
A timeless tale, forever told,
With every word, a piece of your heart,
A love that never grows old.