In the garden where roses bloom,
Whispers of Wilde’s love take flight,
Through shadows cast by the silver moon,
A dance of souls in the gentle night.

His words, a tapestry of yearning grace,
Weave dreams that linger in the heart,
Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Where truth and beauty never part.

An ode to love, both fierce and tender,
In Wilde’s embrace, we find our way,
With courage bold, we dare to surrender,
To the timeless call of love’s array.

So let us wander through his prose,
In every line, a world anew,
Where passion’s fire forever glows,
In Wilde’s love, we find the true.