In the garden of eternal night, where shadows softly lay,
There blooms a love, unseen by day, in hues of twilight gray.
A whisper through the leaves it goes, a secret none can claim,
A love that dares to speak its name, untouched by earthly fame.

With eyes like stars, they met in dreams, where hearts could freely soar,
In passion’s embrace, they found the light, behind a hidden door.
No chains of time, no walls of stone, could keep their spirits bound,
In whispers soft, their love was known, in silence it was crowned.

Through trials fierce and judgments cold, their bond remained so pure,
In every glance, in every touch, their love would still endure.
For in their souls, a fire burned bright, a flame that would not die,
A testament to Wilde’s plight, beneath the endless sky.

So let us honor love’s true form, in every shape and guise,
For love like theirs transcends the norm, and never truly dies.
In Oscar’s words, in every line, their legacy we see,
A love that dares to speak its name, forever wild and free.