In the garden of dreams where the wildflowers grow,
Blake’s whispers of love in the gentle winds blow.
Through visions of beauty, his heart takes flight,
Painting the skies with eternal light.

Beneath the moon’s tender, silvery glow,
Words of affection in soft streams flow.
A tapestry of stars, woven with care,
His love eternal, beyond compare.

In the realm of wonder, where angels sing,
Blake’s verses dance, on ethereal wings.
Each line a promise, a timeless embrace,
A sanctuary of love, a sacred space.

Through shadows and light, his heart remains,
An everlasting bond that never wanes.
In every heartbeat, a poetic grace,
William Blake’s love, a timeless trace.