In the moonlit garden where shadows play,
Byron’s whispers dance with the gentle breeze,
Love’s eternal echo in his heart to stay,
A timeless serenade among the trees.

His words, a melody soft as the dawn,
Weave through the silence, tender and bright,
Painting dreams where the heart has drawn,
In the canvas of stars, his love takes flight.

Through the flowing rivers and ancient hills,
Byron’s love, a river that never dries,
A song of passion that endlessly thrills,
In every heart, his legacy lies.

Oh, the beauty of love’s enduring flame,
Byron’s spirit, forever alive,
In every whispered word, his name,
In the world of dreams, his love will thrive.