In shadows cast by twilightâs gentle hand,
Whispers of your love still grace the land.
Each word you penned, a timeless serenade,
In moonlit verses, your affection stayed.
Beneath the stars, where dreams and memories blend,
Your heartâs desire in every line you send.
A tale of love that neither age nor fate
Could tarnish, nor the hands of time abate.
Through seasonsâ change and tides of distant seas,
Your love endures, as constant as the breeze.
In every leaf that falls, in every sigh,
The essence of your passion lingers high.
Oh, Yeats, your love, a beacon through the night,
A flame that burns with such unyielding light.
Forever etched in poetryâs embrace,
Your love, eternal, time cannot erase.