In the garden where shadows play,
Christina’s verses softly sway,
Beneath the moon’s gentle caress,
Her words in whispers, hearts confess.

Among the roses, dreams unfold,
Stories of love, so softly told,
A poet’s heart, both fierce and mild,
In nature’s arms, forever a child.

Lush petals sing her silent song,
To the night, they all belong,
Through twilight’s hush, her spirit roams,
In every bloom, she finds her home.

Oh, Christina, with your tender pen,
You guide us through the world again,
In every line, your soul we trace,
Forever in your words’ embrace.