The roses hush, the moon stands still,
It bends before your quiet will.
Each beam of silver pales away,
Beside the glow you give the day.

The ivy climbs, the shadows part,
They leave the space you fill with heart.
The night itself forgets its song,
For beauty leads it all along.

The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They spread your fragrance far and wide.
The stars delay, the heavens stay,
To keep your light from fading away.