Beneath the moonlit sky they stroll,
In gardens where the roses bloom,
A love that time cannot control,
In whispered words, they find their room.
His verses dance upon the air,
Each line a promise wrapped in gold,
A sonnet crafted with such care,
To warm her heart against the cold.
In shadows cast by ancient trees,
Their laughter echoes, pure and bright,
A timeless bond that never flees,
Embraced by stars in velvet night.
For Shakespeare’s love, both fierce and true,
Lives on within their tender gaze,
A story old, yet ever new,
In every heart it finds its place.