The stones recall, the wall turns kind,
It shelters where your eyes remind.
Each crack is gold, each scar is healed,
Where beauty’s breath is once revealed.

The roses hush, their petals fall,
They scatter grace to crown it all.
Yet none can match the light you bear,
That lingers warm upon the air.

The ivy bends, the garden glows,
A secret only twilight knows.
Your steps ignite, your voice redeems,
The night itself with quiet dreams.