In verses sweet, thy love dost flow,
A timeless tale from long ago,
Where hearts entwined in tender grace,
And passion’s fire did brightly glow.

Thy sonnets speak of love so pure,
Of Juliet’s cry and Othello’s lure,
Each word a touch, a lover’s sigh,
In shadows deep, where secrets lie.

With quill in hand, thou paint a dream,
Of moonlit nights and morning’s gleam,
Thy love doth sail on tempest’s wave,
Yet finds its shore, both bold and brave.

Eternal words, thy gift to time,
A love that lives in prose and rhyme,
William, thou art the bard of hearts,
Whose legacy in love imparts.