**Oh, Poets**
In realms of ink and parchment deep they dwell,
Those magicians of words, the poets brave,
With pens as wands their stories they do weave,
Enchanting hearts with tales they gently tell.
Their alchemy transforms the mundane to gold,
They conjure beauty from life’s somber shade,
In sonnets sweet, in rhymes that never fade,
Their verses like a timeless song unfold.
With whispered secrets of the soul they write,
Their language like a spell that binds the heart,
Their sonnets dance in symphony of art,
Guiding us through darkened realms of night.
Oh poets, magic creators of our time,
You paint the world with colors so divine,
Your words, a tapestry of truth and rhyme,
Forever echoing in hearts sublime.
