In the whispers of the night, his words still flow,
An ardent flame, in the dark they glow.
Oscar Wilde’s love, a timeless tale,
Of passion, pain, and hearts so frail.

He spoke of love in gilded prose,
Of joys and sorrows that no one knows.
A heart that beat with fervent fire,
In Wilde’s world, love soared higher.

Through trials and through tender touch,
He showed us love that gives so much.
A lover’s kiss, a poet’s dream,
In every line, love’s endless theme.

Though time has passed, his spirit stays,
In every heart where true love plays.
Oscar Wilde, in love’s embrace,
Forever etched in time and space.