The stones once worn by ages past,
Now find a glow that’s meant to last.
Their silence hums, their cracks are gone,
They sing again at break of dawn.

The ivy climbs, the dusk grows mild,
It softens for the radiant child.
The heavens lean, the shadows fall,
And beauty reigns above them all.

The roses hush, the breezes rest,
They fold their whispers in your chest.
The stars align, the silence stays,
To guard your flame in endless ways.