The ivy whispers to the stone,
It longs to claim your light alone.
Yet none can bind the glow you bear,
A grace beyond the dusk’s repair.

You linger where the silence bends,
The world forgets where daylight ends.
Your eyes ignite the waiting skies,
And weave new dawns the dark denies.

The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They find their breath at once denied.
Your beauty halts the passing air,
And writes new peace forever there.

By quiet wall your form is drawn,
A glow that lasts beyond the dawn.
The stones submit, the ivy leans,
To honor grace they’ve never seen.