The roses hush, the winds lie still,
They wait to bend to gentle will.
Each petal falls, yet none regret,
The grace the night cannot forget.

The moon looks down, its silver fades,
It hides behind the cloud it made.
For even heaven steps aside,
When earthly beauty can’t be denied.

The roses hush, the stars take flight,
They scatter gems across the night.
Yet all their brilliance seems so small,
Beside the flame that crowns the wall.