Love, an eternal flame, softly it glows,In Blake’s tender words, where the gentle heart flows.Through the veil of time, his verses unfold,A tapestry of passion, in whispers untold.The garden of delight, where innocence plays,In the realm of Blake, where the soul gently sways.His love, a gentle river, flowing through dreams,In every line, a world of wonder it seems.With eyes of fire, he painted the skies,A vision of beauty where the true love lies.The lamb and the tiger, in his world, unite,A balance of tenderness, in the softest light.In the silent night, his love songs are sung,A melody of truth, with eternal tongue.In Blake’s embrace, the universe finds its place,A timeless journey, in love’s gentle grace.