In the heart of creativity, where words take flight,

Lies the poet, a weaver of stories in the night.

With pen in hand and soul laid bare,

They paint the world with words, with care.

They conjure beauty from the mundane,

Crafting verses like a gentle rain.

Their thoughts unravel in delicate rhyme,

Capturing emotions frozen in time.

They breathe life into the blank page,

A magician wielding words, cage by cage.

With each stanza, a universe unfurled,

An ode to the mysteries of the world.

Oh, the poet, a dreamer sublime,

Whose essence lingers in every line.

They whisper secrets in the still of night,

Guiding us through darkness, towards the light.

So here’s to the poet, with heart so true,

Whose words ignite the soul anew.

In their verses, we find solace and grace,

A timeless echo of the human race.