The wall grows warm, the air grows kind,
It bends to match your tender mind.
No night is cold, no hour is deep,
Where beauty’s glow is sworn to keep.

The roses hush, the breezes sigh,
They weave your name across the sky.
The stars confess, the moonlight yields,
To crown the glow your presence builds.

The ivy sways, the stones turn mild,
They smile as if the earth has smiled.
For all their years, their weight, their scars,
Are softened now beneath your stars.