In the garden of eternal night,
Where stars whisper secrets old,
William Blake’s love takes flight,
In hues of silver and gold.
Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
Hearts entwined in tender grace,
Words unspoken, yet deeply felt,
In Blake’s world, our souls melt.
Through shadows and light entwined,
His love dances in the mind,
A tapestry of dreams and fire,
Weaving tales of deep desire.
In Blake’s verses, love transcends,
Boundaries blur, reality bends,
In every line, a timeless art,
Love eternal, a beating heart.