Once, in the youthful dawn of learning,
I found a world within your words.
A single verse, a whispered truth,
Lit a fire within my soul—
And it burns still.
Years have drifted like autumn leaves,
Yet your wisdom lingers, timeless, deep.
Through love and loss, through fate's design,
You taught me life in measured rhyme.
Your name, O Bard, was sung aloud
In classrooms filled with eager voices.
In contests bright, on lips so young,
Your echoes danced, your spirit soared.
And in their breath, so soft yet bold,
I heard my own name take its flight.
Through ink and dream, through night and longing,
I crossed the seas, I traced your steps.
And now I stand where once you stood—
In Stratford's hush, where time bows low.
Here, where quills once carved the stars,
Where sonnets bloomed and worlds were born,
Where love defied the hand of death,
I stand before your silent stone.
O poetry, celestial fire,
You shape the heart, refine the soul,
You teach us grace, you keep us whole,
A shield against the world's decay.
And so, dear Shakespeare, through your light,
I guide my students toward the dawn—
With words that heal, with love that lingers,
With verses sung beyond the years.
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