In twilight’s gentle glow, a whisper stirs the air,
Yeats’ love, eternal, dances in the fading light.
Through verses woven, dreams and longing pair,
A tapestry of hearts in poetic flight.

Beneath the moon’s soft gaze, where shadows gently play,
The echoes of his love transcend the fleeting years.
In every line, a tender, timeless sway,
A symphony of hope and whispered fears.

The stars above, like scattered dreams, align,
Guiding the heart through realms of endless grace.
In every word, a promise to entwine,
Two souls forever bound in love’s embrace.

As dawn unfolds, and morning light reveals,
The beauty of a love that never fades away.
In Yeats’ heart, a truth that time conceals,
A love that lives beyond the break of day.