The ivy climbs, the wall turns kind,
It yields before your radiant mind.
No silence holds, no shadow stays,
Against the warmth your soul conveys.

The roses hush, the stars align,
They weave your glow through space and time.
The night becomes a brighter place,
Enchanted by your fleeting grace.

The stones recall the songs of old,
Yet in your gaze they turn to gold.
Their silence hums, their stillness wakes,
With every step your presence makes.