In the quiet corners of their hearts, they wrote,
Of love’s sweet song that never fades away,
With every stroke, their souls began to float,
Through timeless verses, night turned into day.

Their quills dipped in the essence of desire,
Crafting lines that danced like summer’s breeze,
Each word a spark that set the heart afire,
In lovers’ eyes, they found their muse and ease.

From Shakespeare’s sonnets to Neruda’s lines,
Their echoes linger in the hearts they touched,
The poets’ love, transcending space and time,
In silken phrases, they revealed so much.

So let us cherish every word they spun,
For in their art, true love remains alive,
In every verse, a journey just begun,
Through poets’ hearts, eternal love will thrive.