In shadows where the whispers lie,
A heart beats softly, longing, true,
Yeats’ words dance in the silent sky,
Where love eternal finds its due.

Through fields where dreams and echoes blend,
His verses paint a timeless grace,
A journey where the souls transcend,
In whispered lines, they find their place.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful gaze,
The night embraces tender sighs,
In Yeats’ love, the world ablaze,
A fire that never truly dies.

Ode to a passion, pure and deep,
In every word, a lover’s plea,
In dreams where endless lovers meet,
Yeats’ love, a boundless sea.