In the realm where sonnets bloom,
A voice like Shakespeare’s whispers sweet,
Where love transcends the bounds of time,
And hearts in tender verses meet.

The moonlit nights a canvas paint,
With words that dance like summer’s breeze,
In every line, affection’s trace,
An endless tale of love’s degrees.

Beneath the stars, a promise made,
In eloquence, two souls entwine,
A tapestry of dreams and vows,
Woven with threads of the divine.

So let us cherish every word,
In Shakespeare’s love, our spirits free,
For in his echoes, we find truth,
A timeless bond, eternally.