The roses hush, the stars are near,
They tremble just to keep you here.
Their silver fades, their glow turns small,
Before the light that crowns it all.

Where ivy climbs, the dusk is still,
It waits to bend beneath your will.
The shadows break, the silence sings,
And night is held on tender wings.

The roses hush, the moon takes flight,
It sails in awe of you tonight.
Yet all its beams are pale and thin,
Beside the glow you keep within.