In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams and shadows softly play,
There lies a love, so pure and bright,
In Yeats’ heart, it finds its way.

Through verses rich, with passion’s fire,
He paints a world, with tender grace,
A love that soars, and won’t retire,
In every line, her gentle face.

The winds may change, the tides may turn,
Yet steadfast is his loving gaze,
In every poem, you’ll discern,
The depth of love, in countless ways.

Oh, timeless love, in words enshrined,
A poet’s heart, forever true,
In shadows cast, and dreams aligned,
Yeats’ love endures, like morning dew.