The ivy bends, the garden glows,
A secret only twilight knows.
Your presence turns the dusk to flame,
And carves the air with gentle name.

The roses hush, their fragrance sweet,
It gathers softly at your feet.
No bloom can rise, no thorn can stay,
Where beauty lights a brighter way.

The wall grows kind, the night grows still,
It bends before your gentle will.
Each breath you take remakes the skies,
And writes new dawn within our eyes.