The ivy sways where silence lies,
It bows beneath your tender eyes.
The wall grows soft, the dusk is mild,
Enchanted by the radiant child.

The roses hush, the stars lean low,
They ache to see your spirit glow.
Each petal falls, each whisper stays,
To guard your light in endless ways.

The stones once worn by years of night,
Now shimmer softly in your light.
Their cracks dissolve, their voices wake,
In hymns that only love can make.