The twilight hums a softened tune,
It folds your shadow with the moon.
The night forgets its restless call,
When beauty leans against the wall.

Where petals drop, the silence grows,
Yet softer still, your beauty shows.
The night suspends its fleeting breath,
To guard your flame from time and death.

You rest where ivy twines its thread,
A crown of green upon your head.
The stars obey, the night delays,
To honor all your tender ways.

The roses hush, their blooms grow shy,
Afraid to match the fire nearby.
Yet still they glow, though faint, they stay,
Enchanted by your tender sway.