Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, they pen,
A symphony of whispers, soft and true,
In ink they weave the tales of hearts that mend,
A tapestry where sky meets ocean blue.

They capture moments lost in time’s embrace,
With every line, a heartbeat’s gentle thrum,
Their words like petals, falling into place,
Crafting worlds where love is never numb.

In shadows deep, they find the light of dawn,
Through storms, their verses guide the weary soul,
Each stanza, a new hope is gently drawn,
In every word, a promise to be whole.

So let us honor those who dare to write,
The poets who have danced with love’s sweet flame,
In pages filled with dreams and endless light,
Their legacy, a never-ending name.