In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
Love’s poets weave their tender grace,
With words that dance and hearts that sing,
They capture the essence of love’s eternal spring.

Through sonnets sweet and verses deep,
Love’s whispers in their souls they keep,
From Shakespeare’s quill to Neruda’s flame,
Their poetry ignites love’s timeless name.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Love’s poets let their passions flow,
With every line, a heart laid bare,
In the tapestry of love, they share.

As stars align in the night sky,
Love’s poets’ words will never die,
For in each stanza, love’s truth is found,
In their timeless verse, love’s echoes resound.