In the silence of the night, where dreams unfold,
Lies the tender touch of his words untold.
Neruda’s verses, with a gentle grace,
Speak of love’s embrace, time cannot erase.
The moonlight dances on the ocean’s waves,
A symphony of passion only his heart craves.
In every line, a universe of feeling,
Where souls find solace, forever healing.
His love, a river flowing through the veins,
Carving paths of longing, breaking chains.
With metaphors soft as the morning dew,
He paints love’s portrait, vibrant and true.
In the garden of words, his legacy remains,
A testament to love’s enduring flames.
Neruda’s whispers, a timeless melody,
Echo in the heart, a sweet reverie.