The ivy climbs, the dusk grows mild,
It bows before the radiant child.
No whisper stirs, no shadow stays,
Against the glow your soul conveys.

The roses hush, the silence sings,
The air is soft on twilight’s wings.
Each moment bends, each heartbeat stays,
To keep the light your spirit lays.

The stones once grey are touched with gold,
They shine with stories never told.
And in their cracks, your beauty weaves,
A timeless song the heart believes.