In the depth of nature’s heart, he found,
A love so vibrant, a love profound.
Walt Whitman spoke with gentle grace,
Of love’s tender, warm embrace.

Through the leaves of grass, his whispers flew,
A melody of love, both pure and true.
In every verse, his soul did sing,
Of love’s eternal, boundless ring.

With open arms, he welcomed all,
Love’s unending, sweet enthrall.
No barriers held, no lines were drawn,
In Whitman’s heart, love’s light shone on.

A symphony of soulful embrace,
In every word, love’s gentle trace.
Walt Whitman’s love, forever bright,
A beacon in the endless night.