In the garden where the lilies bloom,
Soft whispers of love do dance,
William Blake’s heart found its room,
In the eternal loverâs trance.
With eyes that see beyond the veil,
He painted love with words of gold,
In each line, a tender tale,
Of passions fierce, yet uncontrolled.
His verses weave the cosmic thread,
Binding souls in unity’s art,
In love’s embrace, all fears fled,
A testament of the heart.
Through Blake’s visionary sight,
Love transcends the bounds of time,
In his world of pure delight,
Love’s eternal, sublime rhyme.