In the quiet hush of evening’s light,
Her words, like whispers, gently take flight.
A poet’s heart, so tender and true,
Christina’s grace in every view.

Through sonnets sweet and verses pure,
Her soul’s lament we must endure.
The shadows cast by life’s cruel hand,
Yet hope and love in her words stand.

Beneath the moon’s soft silken glow,
Her spirit’s depth we come to know.
With every line, a heartfelt plea,
For peace, for grace, eternally.

Oh, Christina, with your gentle pen,
You touched the hearts of many men.
Your legacy, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.