In the garden where roses bloom,
Where whispers of love never fade,
Oscarâs heart, a timeless plume,
Writes of passion, undismayed.
His words, like petals, softly fall,
On hearts that seek and yearn,
A love that answers every call,
In every twist and turn.
Through Wildeâs eyes, the world anew,
Romantic hues unfold,
A love thatâs pure, and ever true,
In stories yet untold.
So let us cherish, hand in hand,
The love that he portrayed,
In Wildeâs tales, we understand,
How hearts are gently swayed.