Beneath the moon’s gentle, silver glow,
In whispers of the night, love silently grows,
Like Wilde’s penned words, tender and deep,
A passion so fierce, it steals our sleep.
Hearts entwined in a timeless embrace,
A dance of souls in a sacred space,
Love, a storm that rages within,
A beautiful chaos, where dreams begin.
In Wilde’s prose, we find our truth,
A love eternal, defying youth,
Through his eyes, we dare to see,
The boundless depths of intimacy.
O, love that knows no bounds or end,
In Wilde’s spirit, we transcend,
A melody of hearts, forevermore,
In the shadows of love, we soar.