In days of yore, when quills did pen,
A bard of Avon wrote of men,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain,
His words like drops of summer rain.
He spoke of hearts entwined in grace,
With sonnets soft as lover’s face,
Each verse a whisper, sweet and true,
A timeless tale of love he drew.
Through Juliet’s and Hamlet’s woes,
His prose revealed what true love knows,
That in the shadows and the light,
Love’s presence is a constant might.
O, Shakespeare, with your words so deep,
Your legacy in hearts we keep,
For love transcends the bounds of time,
Eternal in your sacred rhyme.