The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They spread your fragrance far and wide.
The night itself is dressed in you,
A bloom eternal, pure and true.

Where shadows fall, your light takes hold,
It warms the dark, it turns it bold.
The sky forgets its weight of years,
And bends to beauty, free of fears.

The roses hush, the stars lean low,
They ache to watch your radiance grow.
The moon delays, the hours stay,
To guard the glow that lights the way.