In gardens where the roses bloom,
And shadows dance beneath the moon,
A whisper of love’s sweet perfume,
Echoes in Wilde’s timeless tune.

With words that paint the heart’s delight,
He captured love’s most tender flight,
In prose that sparkles through the night,
A beacon shining ever bright.

Through Wilde’s eyes, love’s gentle grace,
Finds solace in a warm embrace,
In every line, a sacred space,
Where hearts unite, time can’t erase.

So let his tales of love inspire,
A passion burning like a fire,
For in his words, we find desire,
A love that lifts us ever higher.