In the depths of night, where silence sings,
Your words emerge, like gentle streams,
Caressing souls with tender wings,
Awakening dreams in lovers’ gleams.
Your verses dance on moonlit shores,
Where passion breathes in every line,
And lovers find their spirits soar,
Entwined in whispers, pure, divine.
In gardens lush with fragrant blooms,
Your love unfolds in vibrant hues,
Painting life with vivid plumes,
A tapestry of heartfelt truths.
Oh, Neruda, your ink flows deep,
In every word, a love profound,
A legacy for hearts to keep,
A symphony of love unbound.