In gardens where the lilies softly bloom,
Whispers of love eternal fill the air.
The moonlight dances in the velvet gloom,
A silent witness to the hearts laid bare.
Oscar’s words, a gentle, tender embrace,
Caressing souls with eloquence and grace.
His love, a timeless song in fleeting space,
A dance of shadows in an endless chase.
He weaves a tale of passion, deep and true,
Where hearts entwine beyond the realm of time.
In every line, a glimpse of love anew,
A symphony composed in perfect rhyme.
Through verses rich with longing, dreams unfold,
A tapestry of yearning, woven tight.
In Wilde’s embrace, love’s mysteries are told,
A beacon shining in the endless night.