In the garden where time softly weeps,
Oscar’s whispers dance through twilight air,
Love, a shadow, silently creeps,
Unfolding dreams beyond despair.

Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
Words of longing carve the night,
A tale of passion, a lover’s grace,
In Wilde’s heart, the fire alights.

Through corridors of velvet pain,
Beauty finds its secret place,
In every tear, in every strain,
Love’s bittersweet and tender trace.

As dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Love’s eternal, wild, and free,
In Oscar’s world, forever true,
A legacy of love’s decree.