William

In the realm of thy enchanted verse, I tread,
Where rhymes entwine, and sonnets softly flow.
With quill in hand, and passion deeply bred,
I seek to mold the beauty thou dost bestow.

Fair words doth dance upon thy sacred page,
And tales of love, of tragedy, unfold.
Like whispers of the muse, betrothed to age,
They sing of conquests valiant and untold.

Within this labyrinth, where passions bloom,
The human soul, in all its colors, shines.
From thee, the Bard, celestial thoughts consume,
In thee, the echoes of eternity aligns.

Oh, William, thou art nature's voice divine,
Thy words transcend the bounds of space and time.